I’ve seen people describe the “Overcome Chihoko” story in a number of ways–Victor being Extra, crackfic, something written purely for laughs, and so forth. And yes, I think all of those things are true, to a certain extent, but I’m not sure we appreciate exactly how lovely of an instance of crackfic this is.
Problem Solved [When your problem has a simple solution. Christian is more than happy to help you solve it│Christian Yu.] Rated: Mature
Christian was editing a new video as per usual. These days if he wasn’t in the field filming, he was hauled up in his room editing for hours on end. You found yourself cuddled on his bed with his dog Lori by your side as you read. It was probably a solid two hours before either of you had said a word. Just working in the comfortable silence and welcoming the atmosphere.
You’d known Christian for practically your whole life. You moved to Sydney as a kid and grew up on the same block as him. A few years later he moved to Seoul to become an idol, and you didn’t hesitate to pick a college there.
Here you were years after graduation and still living in this beautiful city with your best friend.
“Hey what are you doing tonight?” you asked, absently flipping the page of the magazine, while scratching the back of Lori’s ear.
“Hm? Probably hitting up a Pub or a club tonight with Scott and the guys” he clicked away on his mouse, splicing the video.
Warnings:NSFW 18+. Smut, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!) chocolate pie porn.
Request: Hello! I have a request, could you do one where the reader starts working for Tony and soon after the reader and Bucky start a secret affair? Thanks love! - Anon
A/N: Here you go my dear! Sorry that it took me so long!
‘You can do this.’
‘You have worked hard for this.’
‘You deserve this.’
The pep talk you were giving yourself as you drove up to the gate surrounding the Avengers compound wasn’t helping your nerves at all. You leaned forward to look up through your windshield at the concrete walls. This place was a fortress.
You rolled your window down when you approached a booth. You hit the green call button and jumped at the electronic voice that spoke.
Summary: When Shadow is introduced to a Hyrulean holiday celebrating different kinds of relationships, he starts to question whether his feelings for Vio are really as platonic as he has believed them to be for the past two years. But even if he lets himself admit that it’s romantic love, he can’t escape the feeling that he’s getting it wrong somehow. That he’s missing some crucial piece.
Who would expect a shadow-demon to be able to love properly, anyway?
asexual!Shadow, internalized acephobia/self-loathing, and lots of
pining. Which makes it sound like a much sadder story than it actually
is. I swear it ends well!
On this exact day 23 years ago at 2:56 am the Gemini King was born 😈. I ain’t never have the luxury of knowing my parents so I’ll give a special shout out to my Nana who raised me to become the man that I am today😼🙌🏽.Without her I don’t know if my mindset would be the same way that it is today so, Thank you Nana I love you. I would also like to give another shout out to @classymarzia a.k.a, the unicorn🦄👑Queen Lmao for taking the time out of her day to do this photo shoot for my birthday, I appreciate it ma 😈haha. Happy Fucking Birthday To Me!!! I’m bout to get turnt haha
“Go shoot that fucking film, Darcy and I can survive without you.”
After those words leave your mouth, it’s as if Harry transforms in front of you. Gone is the gentle, kind man you love as his features twist and harden into something cruel and malicious. “Fine.” Is the last word that you expect him to say, but he does anyway. And he continues to do what you least expect, because he’s gathering up his coat and twisting open the front door. He takes one last long look at you, and for a short moment (although it seems to last forever), everything is silent.
A scene plays in your mind–a scene that you can easily recreate. You rush across the room and embrace Harry, begging him not to go, taking back your initial thoughts and words and offering to live in France with him and Darcy. Him smiling down at you and telling you he would love that. You can almost see it….how simple it would be to achieve that.
And you see how easy it would be for another scenario to occur. The one where Harry is the one slamming the door back shut and shrugging off his coat, getting down on his knees in front of you like it’s the very first time and taking all his words back.
But neither of those things happen, because you both are stubborn people. The whole room is still, and when you almost think Harry’s going to leave for certain, a voice cuts through his chest. “Woah, easy there girl. Don’t want your mommy and daddy getting mad at me for destroying their washroom.” It’s Louis, and it’s…Darcy. Laughing. Upstairs. Oblivious to what’s happening down here. Tears start to gather up in your eyes.
Harry’s head drops to the ground, and when you’re just about to open your mouth and tell him to stay, he’s already out the door. Liam looks at you with an apologetic stare, but you can’t move. Not until you hear Harry’s car start, and the gates closing signalling he has already driven away. And when that all happens, you collapse onto the ground, in a sea of tears and hair and bones. Darcy is still laughing.
How much you would give to have Harry upstairs with her…
Three weeks later and no word from Harry. He had one of his friends that you have never met before come over to the house and gather his things. Darcy is confused to why “daddy” isn’t around, but with just a handful of smiles and false promises, happiness surrounds her days once again.
If only you could say the same.
You check your phone every second of every single day, and you are not mistaken. Harry has not called you nor texted you. The only evidence that you have to prove that he has not blocked your number is the occasional status updates he would post…in France.
“So he’s really shooting that movie, then.” Gemma was over for a cup of tea and a couple of biscuits (and to make sure you are alright). She nods, pressing her lips into a thin line before snatching up a wafer cookie on a plate on the coffee table. Darcy was at a playdate, and you had two hours to kill before you had to go pick her up.
“Has he contacted you at all?” Gemma asks politely. You were almost certain Anne, and probably Gemma herself, had already asked Harry about you two. After all, he was spotted everywhere without you, and there is no universe in which Harry would lie to the two people he values the most.
So you don’t know why she was asking you this question, when the answer was obviously known between you both. But still, out of kindness and respect, you confess, “Nope. Not a call or even a text.”
“He’s going to come around,” Gemma reassures you. You smile politely, but doubts are lining every square inch of your mind. He’s going to come around.
That night, long after Gemma had left apologetically, and shortly after you had tucked Darcy in, you couldn’t take it anymore. Throughout the day, little bits of you had broken over small things.
Darcy seeing a random guy on the street and calling him daddy. TMZ blowing up when you weren’t spotted in France with him. The house phone ringing off the hook, and the messages you had to take from his friends: No, Harry isn’t here. He’s off in France, shooting a movie. And worse of all: I don’t know when he’ll be back.
You had thought you were capable of holding it together until you couldn’t anymore. Closing the door to your bedroom shut, tears begin to cascade down your cheeks until your vision is but a pool of water and the blurry whiteness of the bedsheets. Why didn’t he call?
You didn’t understand. And you didn’t know why you were so confused by this. You said some really shitty things to him, even though he had expressed his strong wishes of doing this for his career, and you totally disregarded him! Maybe it wasn’t he who should be the one to call, but you…
Fingers hovering over the CALL button, you hesitate. What if he doesn’t pick up? And then the logical part of your brain (minuscule, at the moment), tells you that of course he wouldn’t. He’s probably sleeping. Then it hits you. He is most likely to be asleep. Quickly, with no time to waste, you google Dunkirk, France time.
And then you see him.
Well, a picture of him.
Your first reaction is one of happiness. You haven’t seen him for weeks, and even though it’s through a screen, you are relived. He’s not dead (why one small part of you thought he was dead, you don’t know. But he has never gone this long without speaking to you.). And then when you get over your initial reaction, your fingers absent-mindedly click on the link displaying the picture of him, and you suck in a gasp.
Because he’s smiling. It’s a picture of him smiling. Out of all the years that you have known him, you have learned to differentiate his smiles: what he gives the paparazzi and what his joy looks like. This smile–this one that the cameras have captured, is the latter. He’s…. “He’s so happy,” you whisper to yourself. “He’s truly happy.”
And with that, you turn off your phone.
“Goddammit, why hasn’t she called yet?”
“Don’t you think you both are behaving quite childishly?”
Harry stands on the set of his new movie, groaning out loud to himself. He looks up suddenly when he hears a voice answer him back. Cillian Murphy stands there, and repeats, “You both are being children.”
Harry furrows his eyebrows, “What are you talking about?”
The other man sighs, “You and Y/N? Just give her a call. This is ridiculous.”
Harry can’t believe the Cillian Murphy is giving him love advice. “How do you know her name?”
“You’ve been muttering it for about an hour, man.” Cillian rolls his eyes. “Just take it from me and call her. Nothing is worse than the silent treatment.”
“Yeah?” Harry’s thumb hovers over your contact. Cillian nods. “Maybe I will.”
I think I’ve finally nailed down how to explain my discomfort with the gender nihilism stuff. When trans women spend our lives trying to be at least somewhat accepted, the concept of just saying “oh well none of this is real anyway” is a comfort but when it’s proposed that even our identity is not real is leaves us at the starting gate again, trying to figure out who we are. Additionally it generally feels like that becoming a popular movement will leave those of us with dysphoria behind. I really don’t have a problem with gender nihilism, I just don’t want people like me to get swept under the carpet in the name of “progressivism”
Summary : You and Tom kissed a few times but when you ask him what you guys are he says that you guys are just friends and that he’s not ready for a serious relationship. One day he sees you hanging out with boys at a party, he gets jealous and tries to get you away from them because he want you all to himself.
Pairing : Tom x Reader
Words : 1.k+
Warning : Swearing
Request : (I can’t remember the exact request but here it goes) Can you write an imagine with the song “Selfish” by PnB Rock, it’s mt favorite song.
A/n : You have a great taste in music, and I’m not sure if you wanted me to tag you so… I didn’t. Sorry if this wasn’t what you expected. I’m a directioner so please don’t judge me..
SORRY IF THIS WASN’T WHAT YOU EXPECTED I’M VERY BAD AT THIS.
You walked into the party with a tight black dress on, showing your curves. The music was blaring through the gigantic house, sounds of people jumping into the pool outside could be heard.The smell of alcohol reeked through your nose as soon as you walked through the gate. People started to stare at you when you walked past them, curious of you are to be allowed in an “All Celebrity” party. You just shook your head and walked past them. You didn’t want them to know that you’re just a normal girl who came with Tom Holland.
He wasn’t your date and you weren’t his, you guys just came together as friends and nothing more.Tom rested his hand low on your back as he pushed you slightly when he guided you through the crowd.
It was a good thing that Tom was one of Chris’ Hemsworth close friend since he was the host. After a few minutes of trying to find Chris, Tom grabbed your hand, scared that he would lose you in the crowd. A smile appeared on his face when he found Chris. He let go of your hand causing you to frown.
They hugged each other before they pull away. They stated how much they missed each other before they looked at you as you stood there awkwardly.
“So this is Y/n you told me about?” Chris glanced at you as Tom nodded his head in respond. You also nodded before you introduced yourself properly.
“Don’t dance with anyone,” Tom said protectively as you rolled your eyes in respond. He later told you that he was going to catch up with some of his friends before he left you standing there alone in the middle of the crowd full of people you didn’t know.
You turned your head, glancing around to see if you could find somebody you actually knew and talked to. You walked into the house when you found nobody you knew. People were sitting on the huge couch, some watching the football game with drinks in their hands and some making out with their partners.
You found a chair in the corner of the living, you particularly ran toward it. You pulled your phone out of your purse before you began texting your best friend. You sat there for a while, just texting. You would occasionally look up from your phone, hoping Tom or your best friend would be there.
When you were done with sitting down and doing nothing, you stood up and walked out of the house, trying to find food from that tables they set up in Chris’ huge ass garden. You pushed through the people and smiled as soon as you see the food on the tables.
You picked up one paper plate before you picked out your food. Once again, you went to find a seat. You sat there in silence watching the people around you as stuffed your face with food.
You were chewing your food, not giving a care in the world before somebody said your name.You looked, food still in your mouth. As soon as you looked up your eyes widened.
“You’re Louis Tomlinson..” You said, as you quickly swallowed your food down. You stared at him for few seconds, his brown hair was messily covering his forehead as his blue eyes stared down at you.
“Yes, and you’re Y/n right?” He asked you.
“Yes, but h-how-”
“I see you on social media when you were rumored to be dating Tom Holland.” He answered your question before you could finish.
“Oh, well the rumor is not true. We’re just good friends.” You said, looking down sadly.
“That’s what they always say, ‘we’re just good friends’ but who knows what goes on behind the closed doors.” Louis said, smiling down at you causing you to blushed.
“Louis!” You heard your favorite Irish singer.(Sorry if you hate them.)
“Niall!” You yelled excitedly. Louis glanced behind him until his eyes landed on Niall.
“Hey, you’re Y/n right?” Niall asked. You nodded your head as you grinned at him.
“I guess he’s your favorite,” Louis chuckled.
You stood there, staring into empty spaces as you muttered “Niall knows my name,” to yourself.
You blinked and looked back at them as they laughed at you. You guys talked for about an hour as they got to know you. Every time they started telling you facts about themselves you would say that you already know.
“You’re here by yourself?” Niall asked.
“Not really, I mean Tom left me to catch up with some of his friends.” You shrugged.
“A guy should never left his girl alone at a party,” Louis said, sipping his drink.
“I am not his girl, Louis. I’m just his friend.” You said. You guys decided that it would be more fun if you guys dance, so that was exactly what you guys did. Louis and Niall introduced you to some of their friends. You guys formed a circle just like in high school.
It made you sad when you saw Tom dancing with other girls a few meters away from you. His hands were placed on one of the girls’ waist. You decided to ignore him and just enjoyed yourself with your new friends.
Louis surprised you by wrapping his arm around your waist, you looked at him in surprised but he just winked at you. You only have a platonic crush on the boys but you didn’t mind. You continued to dance with your friends but mainly with Louis since he put his arms around you.
A few meters away from you and your new friends, Tom was staring at you. Jealousy was swirling in his dark brown eyes as he watched you dance with your friends.
He tensed up when he saw Louis putting his arm around your waist. The plastic cup in his hand got crushed as he watched you guys in anger. He gritted his teeth as he continued to watch you guys. You were smiling and laughing. It made Tom sad that he wasn’t the reason why you were laughing. He felt bad for leaving you.
His mind flashed back to when you guys were making out in his hotel room. He missed your lips dearly but he knew that he shouldn’t lead you on when he knew that he was not ready for commitment. He felt bad for telling you that you guys were just friends, he just didn’t want to hurt you in the future.
He stomped toward you guys, when he was close enough, he reached his hand out for Louis’ hand before he pulled Louis away from you.
“Get your hands off of Y/n.” He commanded angrily. The crowd didn’t notice that Tom was there until Tom raised his fist up in the air, planning on punching Louis.
“Tom don’t!” You yelled over the music. Tom snapped his head in your direction and stopped his action. He stared into your eyes debating whether he should punch Louis or not. He later lowered his fist and rolled his shoulder.
“What are you going to do if I touch her huh? From what I know you guys aren’t together.” Louis asked Tom, glaring at him.
“Whether we’re together or not it’s none of your business.” Tom spat. By now some of the people around you were looking at you guys. Niall went to Louis and stood behind him, in cast something happen.
“Well if you’re not together then I call dibs on her.” Louis smirked at Tom. Your eyes widened when the words came out of Louis’ mouth, you thought that he wasn’t that kind of guys.
“You’re such a fucking cunt!” Tom yelled, pushing Louis back. He stumbled back but Niall caught him. “You don’t call dibs on women, they’re not an object that you can just pick out without thinking about their feelings.” Tom stomped forward, about to throw a punch at Louis. By now the crowd was watching the fight.
You pulled Tom back by his arms, yelling at him to stop and he listened to you surprisingly. You grabbed collar and pulled him into the house where there was less people.
“Tom, you have to stop. You’re overreacting. Stop acting like I’m yours.” You said.
“But I don’t like it that he had his arm around you.” Tom said, not looking into your eyes.
“Why does it matter if his arm was around me? It’s not like we’re together. You said it yourself that we’re just friends.”
“I just don’t like seeing any boys around you in general.” Tom confessed.
“Tell me why,” You commanded.
“Because I’m just that selfish, okay? I told you that I’m not ready to be in a serious relationship which is true but I don’t want you to be with anybody other than me. I want you to be there when I’m ready.” Tom let out. You looked at him for a few seconds, surprised.
“I want you all to myself, I want to kiss you and do everything couples do with each other,” he added when you didn’t respond. You blushed a bit at the thought.
“You don’t need anybody else other than me, I don’t want them to take you away from me. They can’t have you. Only I can.” Tom said before he pulled on your waist, pulling you against him before he leaned down placing his lips on yours. Your lips moved against each other as you reached your hands up, holding his face closer to yours.
“You have to wait until I’m ready for commitment, I’m sorry if you don’t like that idea but you have to live with it.” Tom said. You nodded your head and went back to kissing him.
You guys pulled away when you heard clappings. You guys blushed when you guys saw Chris, Louis and Niall standing there, looking at you guys. You pressed your face against Tom’s chest, hiding your face.
“Our plan worked,” Louis fist bumped with Niall.
“What plan?” Tom asked, reaching down to hold your hands.
“Louis and I knew that you guys have a thing for each other, you guys just needed a little help.” Niall said.
“I say you guys make a very cute couple.” Chris said.
“So we’re good?” Louis asked Tom. Tom nodded his head, smiling at Louis.
“But you really are selfish though,” Louis said honestly, as you, Niall and Chris laughed softly.
“Only when it’s about her,” Tom said, before he leaned down to kiss you again.
Just witnessed some amazing petty revenge done by my 6 y.o son.
TL;DR at the bottom.
A bit of background: my son (we’ll call him Ben) is 6 years old. He’s
very quiet and polite, but sometimes has trouble sticking up for
himself. He takes a bit to warm up to someone, but when he does, he’s
Anyway, last month we’re on a trip to visit my wife’s family on the
other side of the Pacific ocean for a family reunion. There, my son
meets my wife’s 8 y.o nephew, who we’ll call Drake. They get along
straight away, playing video games and sharing toys and sitting beside
each other in the car every where we go.
However, it doesn’t take long before Drake gets comfortable having a
little brother around and starts becoming a bit of a brat. He starts
ordering Ben around, playing unfairly, talking down to my son and
blaming him for every time he’s punished by his parents. Now since I’m
on vacation, I’m there to see it all, and for the most part my son isn’t
instigating any of this (I’m not being a biased parent, I swear).
It broke my heart to watch Ben play games just to lose against Drake
(everything was a competition and Drake had to beat Ben or else he’d
throw a fit). Regardless, Ben would still look to play with Drake first
thing every morning, and would always look to share any gifts he got
from relatives or make sure his cousin Drake gets ice cream too when we
go out. Be even gave Drake his spare Nintendo DS stylus so they could
play Mario Party together (which of course Drake had to win at or else
he wouldn’t play).
Anyway, 3 weeks of that go by and I’ve almost had enough by the time
we got to the airport to go home. Standing in the check-in line, they
were playing tag. Every time Ben was “it”, Drake would say ‘no tag
backs’ or 'I’m paused’ every time Ben would tag Drake. Well, we get
checked in and head to the security gate where we say our goodbyes to my
brother-in law’s-family. After hugs and tears, we start heading into
the gate, but my son turns around and sprints after J, tags him in the
back and yells out “You’re it!” before running back to us and through
the gate where his cousin would have no chance to tag him back.
Separated by the largest ocean in the world, my son definitely got the
last laugh and I was the proudest dad that day.
Edit: Changed the names to Ben (previously B) and Drake (previously J)
TL;DR My son fell victim to “Little Brother Syndrome” by his cousin
whom we were visiting, but got the last laugh as we were leaving the
Summary: 100 banging kinks for Bucky’s 100th birthday! | On a plane. (Bucky x Reader) Warnings: smut clearly; oral (f receiving), dirty talk Word count: 1,7k A/N: Let’s just all ignore that this drabble is way over the word limit. But oh look! It’s Gen! @bucky-plums-barnes (Babe don’t kill me for the word count lol) LEAVE ME FEEDBACK!!!!!! <3
„Attention! Flight 343 from Sydney to
New York is now boarding. Please make your way to gate 4.“
You gathered your backpack and started
walking towards the gates, flicking your eyes up and down between
your phone and the directions to gate 4. This was your first time
abroad on your own and you were quite nervous at airports, fearing
you’d board the wrong flight.
You followed the directions and some
people that seemed to be heading the same way. You checked in
successfully and boarded the plane, you were greeted by a lovely
flight attendant wishing you a safe flight.
„19A.. 19A..“ you murmured to
yourself looking at the numbers above the seats, looking for your
own. Of course, you figured, that’s what the A meant. 19A
was an aisle seat. You sighed and stuffed your backpack in the
compartment above the seats and made yourself as comfortable in the
comfortable leather seats that came with such long distant flights.
You were in the middle of texting your
friend Genevieve of your safe boarding that you didn’t notice a man
standing right next to you, holding a ticket of his own. The man
cleared his throat loudly and you snapped your head in the direction
of the voice.
„I think that’s my seat.“ He
pointed his long slender finger to the seat next to yours.