#romcom tropes

[frankieburieshisdead]

ℬ𝓇𝓊𝒸ℯ 𝒲𝒶𝓎𝓃ℯ 𝓍 ℳ𝒶𝓁ℯ ℳℴ𝒹ℯ𝓁 ℛℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇

cw: NSFW

~ You liked modeling enough. It was exciting, and new, and you got to meet a bunch of people you otherwise wouldn't. For instance, if you could go back to the skinny, slightly effeminate brace face in rural Smallsville and tell him he would be hanging off the Bruce Wayne's arm at a promotional after party in Gotham he would laugh in your face. But here you were, and here he was, all 6ft (6'7? 6'8? God he was intimidating) wrapped around your shoulders, two of the girls from the shoot on his other side. You didn't know either of them very well, but they we're kind to you whenever you crossed paths, and it was always nice to see more black models in the industry.

~ So why did you feel so much vitriol towards them? This ugly feeling curling in your stomach every time Wayne leaned slightly towards them, slightly away from you. You chopped it up to star power, pure unadulterated charm that came with being one of the richest men in the Americas, but as long as it had been, you still remembered what it was like it have a crush.

~ It was hard to not have a crush on Bruce Wayne. He was confident, ridiculously so, but not the kind of confidence that made you feel small. When you arrived, he asked you "Do you like dark chocolate? I can't stand the stuff but for some reason people keep giving it to me." You could see he was lying, and that maybe he had just wanted to give you an expensive box of chocolate without making you feel like you owed him anything. It made you feel special.

~ It didn't take him long to invite the whole party back to his manor. His home was beautiful. Like a castle in one of the picture books your gran used to let you borrow from her job at the library. You told Bruce that, and he had smiled so genuinely you hadn't stopped blushing for the rest of the night.

~ You ended up asking yourself up to his bedroom. One of the bottle girls had popped the cork right over you, drenching your pants in sparkling cider. She had been so apologetic, and you hadn't wanted to make a scene, so you stumbled up the stairs in into the nearest unlocked door you could find. You closed the door behind you, stripping out of your soaked jeans to dab them clean in the joining bathroom.

~ "Not that I'm complaining, but I have to say it's not everyday I find pretty boys stripping out their clothes unprompted in my bedroom." You must have jumped about a foot in the air, hiding behind your thread bare trousers. "Oh god Mr. Wayne I'm so sorry, I just needed- there was this champagne girl- and well-"

"Relax, I'm just teasing." You looked at him properly now, his weary tone bleeding past your initial embarrassment. He was propped up against the bedpost, shirtless with one hand clamped firmly over his ribs. There was a mean purple blotch under his fingers, and his chest rose and fell in stutters. He was in pain.

"What happened?" You were across the room the next second, pants forgotten on the floor as you scooted next to him in your briefs. There was a slight blush across his chest and cheeks. Maybe he was drunk. Maybe you were.

"Got into... a brawl. Nothing serious don't worry." You got the feeling he liked that you were worried. You wondered how many people worried about Bruce Wayne. You had seen an older man in butler attire fussing over him when the party first got here. You hoped he was looked after.

"Well... I best get going." You were inches apart now, you could feel his harsh breath against your top lip.

"Best." He replied, curling his lip to mirror your Midwestern accent.

You fell into him first, crashing your lips against his as his arms came to grip your biceps. He lifted you with an insane show of strength, you squealed into his mouth, ending off in a giggle. He gave that genuine smile again.

~ You were straddling him now, grinding down on a ever hardening length. He gasped into your mouth, squeezing almost painfully as he pressed you firmer against him. He was massaging the v on your waist, teasing just above where you wanted him.

"Can I?"

You nodded manically against his shoulder, the both of you generating a frantic energy. He dipped down, palming you through your underwear.

"Protection?" You managed to pant out, remembering every talk your granny had drilled into you since you came out.

"Bedside drawer."

~ 3 hours. You kept going for 3 hours after that. He had taken you, knees pressed up against your shoulders, hitting all the right spots until you had come dry and untouched. He was still hard inside you, panting and you squeezed your way through your orgasm. He was kind, clearly straining to not thrust forward while you were so sensitive. You hooked your legs behind the dip in his waist and tugged him forward. A dare. The result of which had you on your hands and knees panting and keening after your third, fourth? climax. He was good afterwards as well. Sweet. He held your head up as he poured water from a sealed bottle down your throat, petting through your slim locs. You woke up tucked against his side, unsure if he had even slept a wink as he stared down at you. He had to go, but he had arranged one of the cars for you as soon as you wanted to leave. The butler, Alfred, had cleaned and dried your jeans while you were asleep, although Bruce had made it clear you were welcome to his extensive wardrobe. You giggled, imagining getting back to your apartment in a pair of 1000$ tracksuit pants with the ankles rolled up to your calves.

~ When you finally made it back to your apartment, you patted down your jeans, pleading to whoever was listening that you hadn't lost your keys in the chaos of the previous night. Instead, you pulled out a neatly folded parchment paper, thumbing it open to find barely legible handwriting reading:

555-0199

Call me if you liked the chocolate.

END

[average-emo-enigma]

Just once I wanna see a movie where the someone walks in on the female lead singing alone and, as they always do, is like “OMG you sing so beautifully you shouldn’t be self conscious anymore, you need to sing in front of an audience”

And then she’s like “dude I’m just practicing, I’m in a choir and playing the lead role in my school play. I’m singing alone so I don’t annoy people”

[internerdionality]

New fanfic trope just dropped

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[austenhowe]

unexpectedly affecting needle drops

Does anyone else have that ONE song that they forever associate with a scene from a movie or a tv series?

I mean I've discovered multiple artists that I love from watching movies and tv shows but I know I'm not the only one that has had that moment where you can vividly recall, frame by frame, a specific scene just from hearing a song.

This is to say that I listened to run away with me by carly rae jepsen for the first time in a while and I was bowled over by the remembrance of THAT airport scene in mr. robot. Of all tv shows for a gay anthem to show up in, it actually fit quite well.

The absolute euphoria of that needle drop just as dominique and darlene are about to part ways in the airport, pure adrenaline was pumping through my veins. Hearing that saxophone riff and thinking, "man, there's no way they're going to give me a romcom running through the airport for the love of your life scene in this kind of show," and then they DID.

It's been years but I still remember standing up, hands on my hips dad-posing in front of the tv and yelling 'cause there's no way dom is gonna make it since she JUST got out of the hospital after taking an ice pick to the torso for darlene and they kept cutting to darlene anxiously trying to will dom to appear at the boarding gate while the music swells, and THEN ending with that shot of dom making it to the back of the line just as darlene slips out of view to go to the bathroom to have a panic attack—the way my euphoria took a steep dive as the realization that they were gonna miss each other settled in. I was absolutely demolished by that scene paired with that song.

It got me fuming and cussing at the tv for a while (I was so invested and felt so betrayed) but I begrudgingly accepted that it made sense for their characters once I calmed down. It set them up to heal individually before eventually coming back to each other—at least that's what I choose to believe since it was open-ended.

I really do appreciate when films and shows use unexpected songs and manage to, not only make it work, but also provoke intense emotions lol.

[complicatedsquishy]

Why am I not (as) distraught over the ending of good omens 2, you ask?

BITCH, I'm a Rom-Com certified ✨️girly✨️

And every Rom-Com goes like this

1. Meet-cute happens and they are together

2. They separate for one reason or another

3. Come back together better than before

These hoes are just in their second arc, have trust lovelies

[poppletonink]

Lynn Painter Is An Amazing Writer. Here's Why.

🔊 Read the full article here:

[crimsonglow-art]

I'm working on the strawberry tiger and I came up with a small town romcom business owner. She is definitely the owner of a bookshop/cafe/flower shop/etc.

Which one do you like better? 1 or 2?

[catinfroghat]

[thearchercore]

recently read the lestappen lemans teammates fic and i gotta say there's something about charles and max leaving f1 and still feeling like something's off about their lives outside of it just to realize deep down they just miss each other, like that trope just HITS

[glitter50000]

I think if Xie Lian were to actually flirt he would always fumble and stutter, like he’s tripping over himself as he races to open the door for Hua Cheng being like “let me get the door for you beautiful!” And Hua Cheng’s always playing along and teasing him for it being like “such a gentleman <3”. But then a moment happens where Hua Cheng slips or something and Xie Lian’s catching him being like “Careful, I wouldn’t want you to fall” with complete sincerity, and that’s what I think gets Hua Cheng all speechless and flustered

[reacquaintedwith-air]

i'm going to say something brave and controversial: I don't think Booth and Bones, Castle and Becket, Jane and Lisbon, or any similar bickering TV pairings are trying to recapture the Mulder and Scully format or magic at all. Mulder-and-Scully are an outlier in the television pairing landscape. They fell and love and were ride or die for each other immediately. They didn't agree on various external subjects but they never had to 'learn to tolerate each other,' and never thought the other one was stupid and backward, they eagerly tossed out any interpersonal boundaries within days of knowing each other and were ready to fight anyone who didn't take the other one seriously. They're both quite insane, and they're both serious, and neither one is the "every-man" jokester anti-intellectual. (They're actually both pro-intellectual to the point of absurdity and intellectualizing themselves out of action lol)

What Bones and Castle (etc) were doing were trying to recapture the Moonlighting magic, and the Cheers magic, and using the David and Maddie, Sam and Diane template of "the highly strung serious one" and "the lovable idiot" arguing their way into slowly, over the years, falling in love and respecting each other's viewpoint instead of just subsisting off of physical chemistry, to meet in the middle, usually with the 'serious' one loosening up, and the 'lovable jokester' settling down (but not so much that you don't still realize that his every-man viewpoint was mostly 'right all along').

This is not to say that I don't love B/B, Caskett, David and Maddie, Sam and Diane, et al. I do love them and grew up on these shows, probably even more so than MSR and The X Files. I find the thread of anti-intellectualism in some of them (especially heavy in Sam and Diane of Cheers) tiresome at times, but it is a classic, and it's also often subverted, such as with Castle's jack of all trades type of knowledge base. I just don't think any of these are the same as what The X Files did, and weren't even attempting to be the same, they were referencing a different set of cultural phenomena entirely.

(nor was the X Files trying to be 'like Moonlighting' while trying to avoid the curse, Carter has actually said he was largely inspired by Kolchek, and by the dynamic of Steed and Peel in The Avengers (UK) both of which are in a pretty different direction entirely.)

[mamawasatesttube]

another addition to the list of fics i would love to see but dont really want to write: timkon "one of them has a crush on the other's secret civilian id without knowing it's them" but it's tim hopelessly pining for conner kent. he has no idea the supers have secret identities at all, let alone who they might be. conner kent is just a normal farmboy (who he happened to meet via convenient circumstances). just a normal kid who lives on a farm with his sweet old country (grand)parents and his rambunctious dog. just a normal guy! ...right?

[goldenlionprince]

A Little Distraction

and another one for @sorenphelps bodyguard AU because clearly I can't stop myself.

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It sucks that he can't even go out for a nice cool beer in a nice little bar anymore without suspicious people showing up, watching them from across the room up to the point where Sirius pulls him up from his seat and drags him out the backdoor into the alley behind the bar.

Sure, James isn't completely innocent. He probably shouldn't keep poking at their servers, crashing them ever so often or hacking them for whatever data he wants to look at. It's not like they know for sure it's him, he's not dumb enough to leave any evidence, but they still seem to be suspicious enough of him to be even more of a pest than usual.

James would stop but everyone needs a hobby.

So he finds himself dragged out of the bar, not that he's much complaining since it's Sirius doing the dragging. He pulls James along through a little corridor connected to another alleyway and then suddenly stops, cursing under his breath.

“What?” James asks, stopping beside him.

Sirius nods down the alley where James can barely make out a car down on the street, two people sitting inside. “I think they might have been planning for us to come that way.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Hoping a distraction will work,” Sirius says and turns to him, looking James up and down. “I'd rather not fire a gun close to bars on a Saturday night.”

“Okay,” James nods. “But why are you looking at me like that?”

“Give me your glasses.”

“I don't see shit without my glasses,” James says but removes them anyway, folding them and holding them out for Sirius to take. Sirius slides them into one of the endless pockets on his pants and reaches up to undo his bun. Dark hair cascades around his shoulders and he brushes it out of his face casually.

“Take off the jacket too.”

James frowns and shrugs out of his denim jacket just for Sirius to grab it and throw it somewhere into the darkness of the alleyway.

“Hey!” James manages before Sirius is suddenly very, very close, crowding him against the brick wall of the next bar behind them.

“Trust me,” he says, eyes bright in the dim light of the alley.

“Always,” James answers automatically without thinking, but as soon as the words are out of his mouth he knows they are true.

And then he doesn't say anything anymore because Sirius is kissing him, not just a tiny make-believe brush of lips but full on passion. James whimpers against his lips, his hands coming up without thinking to fist in the fabric of Sirius' shirt.

Sirius presses him even more back against the wall, their bodies touching from head to toes, Sirius thigh between James' legs. If they keep going like this James will embarrass himself like some kind of horny teenager very, very soon.

There are footsteps in the corridor that connects the alleyways but James barely hears them, his heartbeat too loud in his own ears. He only notices when Sirius pulls back from the kiss. James can't stop the little moan that escapes him at the loss.

“Fuck off,” Sirius hisses over his shoulder at the intruders, barely turning his head to do so.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” the bigger one of the two grumbles, barely looking at them. “We were just-”

“Doesn't matter,” the shorter guy interrupts. “Please continue.” He shoves the bigger guy along to hurry down the alley to the car at the end of it.

James can't believe that really worked.

“Are they gone?” Sirius asks, his lips brushing along James' neck. James shivers, his eyes almost falling shut.

“Can't tell. I've told you I see shit without my glasses.” His voice comes out a lot more breathless than he expected. There is the sound of a car starting and Sirius lifts his head from James' neck to watch it go.

As soon as the car is out of sight Sirius pulls back from him completely and James feels the loss of his body heat like an ice punch to the chest. “Here,” he says and James can feel his fingers on his face as he gently slides James' glasses back into place for him.

“Thanks,” James mumbles, still leaning against the wall. After that kiss his legs still feel like jelly. “What now?”

“Now,” Sirius says and bends over to pick James' jacket back up. “We have some beers to finish.”

“Well, I'm thirsty,” James says, his eyes on Sirius' ass.

Sirius laughs and tosses his jacket at James. “Come on then. Let's get you filled up.”

Oh, how James wishes that would happen.

[chuluoyi]

look at them and him— they’re so happy :’)

[transmasccofee]

terusai as romcom tropes but reversed

+ bonus comic

[rebtrovert-girl]

from 'Hate' to 'Love'

Love Next Door, Episode 2