I can’t stop thinking about ‘it’s quite surreal’, and 'amazing, yeah. This is incredible, isn’t it?’ Because that’s how Sam and Anthony were last year. And they lost it so fast because people are awful.
With Theo and Samuel we have two young men, at the start of their career, and I just think that as a fandom we should be respectful of them and not invasive or over-excitable or rude or any of the other countless things we could do to them.
They’re human beings, doing a job that should probably be the most amazing, fun job in the world. And it looks like they’re going to be spectacular at it. But can we remember that they are just that? Human beings doing a job. They’re not toys. They’re not play things. They’re not characters. They’re not for us to speculate over or ship. They’re people with lives and families and friendships.
So can we please be kind to them and show them we care about them and value them, and not drive them away and make them jaded? Let them have this amazing experience without us ruining it for them.
They’re so young. And they deserve to enjoy themselves and keep the wonder we saw in the video today. Is that so much to ask? Can people please be nice?
I didn’t see this process play out from the beginning last time, but I know it’s coming this time and it’s horrible. It’s beginning already, and I hate everything about it.
Summary: AU. When the reader’s shot at a better life is
stolen from her, she continues to see the person responsible all over
town. After a series of unfortunate events, will she learn that there’s a
fine line between love and hate?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 827
Warnings: language, FLUFF
Short and sweet! Hope you like it. I had a hard time writing this, because I wasn’t sure how to end it. Writer’s block is no fun. I think I made them true-to-character (AU character, that is). Thanks for sticking around and thanks for reading as always!
Since it’s already June 26 here where I live, Happy 20th Anniversary Harry Potter!
This may sound cliche but, Harry Potter truly changed my life. 20 years ago, the first book was released, and even though I wasn’t yet born at that time, I already knew that I will keep this story close to my heart for my whole life.
I wasn’t even a fan of Harry Potter back then, but of course I’ve seen and heard about it anywhere (i mean, who hasn’t though?). I wasn’t even interested in watching or reading it because I always thought that it’s so long (7 books and 8 movies, yeah it’s pretty long for me) but because of a Potterhead friend, I became too, 1 year and a month ago. I still remember the first time that I’ve watched the movie, I liked it because it’s better from what I thought it would, but I never knew that I would fall too deep into Harry Potter. After a week, I’ve finished the movies and I decided that yes, I am a fan now, I will read the books, I will run a Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram accounts just so I could interact with other fans as well.
Harry Potter helped me become the person I am today. Because of this, I had taken a liking to read books/novels and not thought of them as boring, it widened my vocabulary, helped me gain new friends, explore other things that helped me grow as a person, and most importantly, Harry Potter encouraged me to live.
I may not be the number one fan. I may not had experienced watching the movies in the cinemas. I may not have the biggest collection of Harry Potter merchandise. I may not know all the answers to Harry Potter quizzes. But I know that if I hadn’t known Harry Potter, I would not have been the better person that I am now.
Thank you J.K Rowling. Thank you for the memories. Thank you for the experiences.
Kasamatsu, Hanamiya, Kiyoshi, Hayama, and Himuro overhearing their S/O telling their best friend how much they love them.
Thanks for the request! Enjoy~!
‘..and I think I love him. I really do. I have never thought I would say that, but yeah. He is amazing. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.’ You said looking at your friend straight in the eyes, before grinning so widely it hurt. It was great to finally say how you felt.
‘Maybe you should tell him?’ Your friend proposed kindly. She was honestly glad that you found someone worth fighting for.
‘WHAT? No! At least not now! I’m not ready!’ And it was true too. You were dating for like a year now, but you still were not sure how to handle the whole romance thing.
‘Kasamatsu-senpai? Why are you hiding here?’ You head turned to owner of the voice. It was Kise, who was apparently, violated by your very aggressive boyfriend.
‘KASAMATSU? WERE YOU LISTENING?’ You screamed, not quite angry, but rather shocked at the new revelation.
‘Yhm…yeah?’ He said, nodding carefully. ‘B-but yeah, I love y-you, too? I d-d-do. So yeah.’ Your bright red boyfriend hurriedly left classroom.
You only smiled to yourself feeling more than blessed, because your feeling was requited.
Today was probably one of the worst days you’ve ever had. Not only did you realise your strong feelings towards Makoto, but also he decided to openly avoid you without any reason you could comprehend. And you weren’t okay with that. Not at all.
Your last lesson was slowly coming to an long-awaited end, but no matter how much you wanted, you weren’t able to be happy about it. Fear about Makoto’s future actions was eating you alive.
Let’s be honest, it would honestly suck if he dumb you the same day you understood you love him, right? Your very disturbing thoughts were interrupted by loud ringing of the school bell. Sighing heavily, you stood up focusing your whole attention on gathering books and cleaning all your mess.
You tried to leave school as invisible as possible and when it worked, you almost did your victory dance. However, when you were skipping happily someone, or you could say the person you wished you wouldn’t met punched you with his bag which ended with you losing balance.
The groan which left your mouth seconds later sounded more like awakening of hungry dinosaurs, but you could care less about that. Looking up, you saw your own and oh so precious boyfriend glaring down at you like there’s no tomorrow. You would lie if you say that it did not make you mentally piss yourself.
He quickly kneeled next to you, his expression confused you to no end. He looked somehow flustered? He took his bag from your lap, looking at you so intensively that it hurt.
‘Um, Mako? Is some—’
And then he showed his bag into your face, holding tightly.
‘WHAT THE HE–’
‘DON’T SPEAK! AND DON’T LOOK AT ME, STUPID!’ He shouted, but not in the rude way. It was more like he wanted to really say something important. ’I heard how you feel about me.’ You gasped. ‘Yeah, yeah. I eavesdropped or same shit, I love you too. We can leave now.’
‘I LOVE YOU TOO!’
‘SHUT UP, STUPID!’
Hyuuga had enough. And when Hyuuga have enough then…situation is completely normal, but it didn’t matter at that moment. His friends, Kiyoshi, was crying loudly for five hours now and it didn’t seem that he would end soon.
What love does with people.
‘Teppei, can you stop please?’ Hyuuga patted his own head, which was empty after so many now working ideas how to help his friend. ‘Tell me, what exactly did she say?’ It made him sob even louder. ‘Okay, that’s it. I’m calling Riko, she will deal with your shit.’
‘NO! I will tell you.’ Kiyoshi exclaimed, shaking slightly at the thought of Riko cooking something to make him feel better. ‘Sh-she told me that she…LOVED ME. AND THAT’S SO CUTE, SO PURE. I DON’T DESERVE IT. OH GOD. SHE WAS SO ADORABLE ALL BLUSHING AND THEN SHE SAID THOSE WORDS I THOUGHT I MIGHT DIE. GOD LET ME JUST DIE.’ And he started crying again.
‘Wait, so you are crying because she loves you?’ Well, shit. Hyuuga should have know that Kiyoshi was just a drama queen.
‘Teppei, you are retarded and I’m not friends with you anymore.’
Hayama couldn’t control his movements anymore, he was running from class to class, shouting that you loved him and he couldn’t be luckier. At some point he started hugging people too.
His last destination was the gym, where his teammates were practicing. Well, he should be there to, hehe.
‘GUYS, GUYS. I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING.’ All pairs of eyes laid upon his, some were interested, some bored and some used to his stupidy. ‘S/O-CHAN SAID SHE LOVES ME! NOW WE CAN GET MARRIED, HAVE KIDS AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER! Don’t look so bitter Akashi-chan, someone will love you too, someday…’ That statement earned him a glare.
‘Maybe you wanna hug?’
‘Don’t touch me. Never.’
‘It such a beautiful day. I’m gon–’
‘HAYAMA, YOU STUPID CREATURE. I WILL KILL YOU!’ Hayama paled and turned his face towards door, seeing you red from anger and shaking in purerage.
‘Well, I don’t think she loves you anymore, Hayama-chan.’ Whispered Akashi, smiling evilly as he watched you beating his friend to pulp.
‘You know what? I’m planning to tell Tatsuya how I feel.’ Your friend looked at your face after your very serious statement, clearly looking at any sight of fear.
‘Today? You have a date, right?’ She asked, feeling genuinely happy for you.
‘Yes. I will tell him I love him, but I’m kinda stressed that he will laugh at me. He is a great gut, like my one and only. I’m scared that he won’t feel the same way about me.’ You said truthfully, biting you lip.
‘Don’t worry, I see how he behaves sometimes. He is as wasted as you.’ She chuckled, making you relaxed.
‘I hope you are right.’
‘I always am.’
Little did you know that dark-haired man whose name was Himuro Tatsuya, closely listened to your conversation blushing like crazy even though it was unlike him.
‘Eh, Muro-chin? Why is your face so red?’ His younger teammate stated, watching him.
‘I need to prepare myself for a special confession today, Atsushi.’
@letslight-itup requested daddy kink Neville and lots of smut let’s hope you like it!
You watch nervously from backstage as Kevin Owens pins your boyfriend Neville winning the match Nevilles chance at the universal title slipping through his fingers. You go to his locker room to wait for him not knowing how his mood is going to be. The locker room door bangs open Neville stepping through it with anger radiating through his body. He was furious that he lost his chance at the title because of Chris Jericho.
Neville looks at you the anger in his eyes almost making you take a step back. You go to open your mouth but Neville put his hand up wordlessly commanding you to stay silent. Goosebumps erupt all over your body you have a feeling this night might take an interesting turn. “Get your stuff and go back to the hotel and wait for me.” Neville growls at you. You scramble to get your bag turning towards the door when his hand reaches out and grabs your arm “ Be waiting on the bed naked or I wont be happy” he adds his tone threatening. “Yes Daddy” you reply excitement coursing through you. Nevilles eyes flash letting you know he approves of your reply.
When you reach your hotel room you quickly strip off your clothes ignoring the damp spot on your underwear. You’re already aroused just thinking about what Neville has planned for you tonight, you can feel your pussy almost dripping in anticipation. You barely get yourself into position before the hotel door opens revealing Neville anger still pouring off him. “Good girl, you look fucking hot spread out like that for me.” His eyes roam over your naked body a hungry look on his face. Your pussy clenches at the sound of his voice, his accent thickening as he grows hard.
“Fuck Neville your killing me already!” you exclaim, His eyes darken and you know you’ve made a mistake calling him by his name. “Sorry Daddy it won’t happen again.” you cry already knowing it’s too late. Neville says nothing going over to your suitcase pulling out a box you know all too well. “I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson (Y/N), you know that’s not what you call me.” Neville says pulling out handcuffs and a purple vibrator. You breath catches in your throat knowing that your slip up is going to cost you.
Neville places the items on the bed reaching up to remove his shirt as he kicks off his shoes before pulling his sweatpants off to join your discarded clothes. He walks towards you his eyes dark, moisture dampening your thighs as you anticipate what’s coming next. “Arms against the headboard, and don’t even think of cuming without asking permission.” he commands, you obey instantly Neville securing your arms to the headboard with the cuffs. You can feel how hard he is through his boxers your hips involuntarily arching against the bulge desperately trying to get some friction on your aching pussy. Neville pulls away and gives you a harsh slap on the backside as a warning. This makes you hiss in pleasure making Neville let out a dark chuckle. “Such an eager slut but be patient Daddy still needs to punish you before he decides if you can cum or not.” he says sliding his hand down to your pussy his finger sliding through your folds surprised at the amount of moisture he find. “Fuck slut you are soaked I don’t even need to prepare you first.” he brings his finger to his mouth licking off your juices causing you to moan at the sight.
Neville grabs the vibrator bringing it to your entrance sliding the toy into you in one quick thrust a whimper leaving your throat at the feeling. He turns it on high making sure part of it touches your clit causing you to scream and buck your hips. “Daddy please its too much it’s gonna make me cum!” you cry the sensations pushing you to the brink. “Bad girls don’t get to cum until they learn their lesson so don’t even think about it.” Neville replies enjoying watching you writhe and thrash desperately trying to hold back your orgasm. “Daddy I’m sorry please I won’t do it again just please let me cum please please!” you cry barely able to talk coherently all you can think about cuming.
“Do you think Daddy has punished you enough? Should he let his slut cum before he fucks you” Neville asks already knowing your answer. “Yes Daddy I promise I’ll be good just please let me cum!” you’re barely holding on the sensations on your clit are too strong to fight for much longer. “Then cum ” he growls into you ear. Neville had barely finished speaking before a flash of white light danced across you eyes and your orgasm comes crashing down sending bolts of pleasure through all the nerves in your body. You scream “Thank you Daddy!” before you finish riding your high laying panting on the bed as aftershocks roll through your body.
Neville turns the vibrator off before ripping it out of your pussy leaving you feeling empty. He pulls his boxers off before settling himself on your chest hard cock in hand. “That was so fucking sexy watching you cum but now I need to be inside your mouth so open wide slut” he growls waiting for you to open your mouth before shoving his cock in fucking your face. You wish your hands were cuffed right now so could have them on his hips encouraging him to fuck your mouth faster. Neville makes you gag several times before pulling out breathing harshly. “I need to be inside you right now (Y/N) do you want Daddys cock in your pussy?” he asks wanting to hear you beg for it.
“Yes please Daddy shove your cock in my pussy, make me cum hard all over it.” you beg needing to feel him inside you. Neville quickly moves down your body placing his cock at your entrance before quickly burying himself inside in one thrust before starting a quick brutal pace. You cry out immediately wrapping our legs around his waist trying to get his thick cock as deep as possible. “Yes Daddy fuck my pussy it feels so good!” You scream not even caring if the people in the next room can hear you, all you care about is how good it feels having him inside you. “You like Daddys cock inside you do you? You’ll never get tired of my cock being inside you will you?” Neville roars his orgasm so close. “Yes I love it Daddy, I can never get enough I’m so close Daddy can I cum please!” you moan not sure if you can hold off. “Yes cum on Daddys cock wanna feel you explode” he groans out moaning when he feels you clamp down on him your orgasm setting off his. He cums hard inside you the feeling increasing the pleasure of your orgasm.
Neville slumps next to you both of you breathing heavily your arms aching from being kept in the same position for too long. When his breathing calms down he goes over to the suitcase pulling out the key and releases the handcuffs rubbing at the marks on your wrist before gently kissing them. “Totally worth the marks” you beam at him before pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Do you feel better now?” you ask, Neville a guilty look on his face. Your Neville is back no ore Daddy for now.
A chime comes from Nevilles sweatpants and he goes over and grabs his phone from his pocket before settling on the bed pulling you in for a cuddle. “It’s a text from Sami what does he want?” Neville says opening the message.
Sami: Daddy really?? Can you and (Y/N) try and keep it down next time I did not need to hear that!!!!
You and Neville let out a laugh before snuggling down for bed both exhausted.
A/N: So, although my parents are not divorcing (as of yet) they are having severe problems and my world is fucking topsy-turvy. I NEEDED to write this. It was practically pouring out of me. This is one I definitely wrote for me. But I hope you all enjoy, and thanks so much for reading. Mwah.
After a long, arduous day at work, the only thing you wanted right now was for your husband to come home, cuddle on the couch and watch movies. Your job on the NICU was rewarding, but unbelievably heart-wrenching and emotionally draining.
As you walked to your bedroom to get changed, your phone rang. It was your mother, who was sobbing uncontrollably - nothing good could come of this.
“What’s wrong, mom?” you said softly, “What happened?”
She choked out through tears, “I’m sorry this has to be said over the phone sweetie, but we live to far away to say it in person.”
Your heart dropped in your chest - it was physically painful. You knew what was coming, but desperately wanted to deny it.
“Your father and I are getting divorced,” she said flatly, undoubtedly numb from a fit of crying.
You wanted to crumple to the floor. Your parents had been your role models for as long as you could remember. They were together for more than 30 years and together for nearly 35. You idolized their marriage. It was what you wanted to shoot for as a child - to be happy and in love for the rest of your lives. You began to speak, not realizing you were also crying until you spoke, “I’m so sorry, Mom.” The tears rolled hotly down your face. “If you want to come out here for a few days and spend some time with Spencer and I, you’re more than welcome.”
“I know, hun,” she continued, sniffling. “I think I might take you up on that. I just wanted to let you know, but I think I need to go for a drive now. I need to clear my head.”
“Okay, ma,” you croaked, nearly collapsing onto the couch. “I love you so much. Text me if you need me.”
“Thanks, sweetie. I’ll talk to you later. Love you.”
You hung up the phone and immediately began sobbing. You had no idea how to handle this. When you were a kid, when everyone else’s parents were getting divorced, your parents were the ones who were still happily married. Who were you to look up to now? What if the same thing happened to you and Spencer? You’d been together for five years, and married for three, and you were still insanely in love with him. But what if it wouldn’t always be that way? What if you and Spencer ran into the same problems your parents did? You couldn’t imagine life without him, and the thought that something could end your marriage made you sob even harder.
You were crying loudly, struggling for breath, as the key turned in the lock. As soon as your husband walked through the door, a look of panic washed over his handsome face, “Oh my god, Y/N, what happened?”
You stood up, crossed the space between you and just cried into his shoulder. He said nothing, he just held you as you cried and pulled his hands through your hair, massaging your scalp. He always knew just what to do. After what felt like an eternity, the crying died down, getting replaced by a feeling of numbness.
Spencer’s hands moved to massage your back as you swayed back and forth. “What happened, Y/N?” he asked again, more softly this time.
You looked up from his shoulder, and spoke, “Mom and Dad are getting divorced.” Your voice creaked, but you managed to keep yourself from breaking into another crying fit.
His eyes fluttered closed and he kissed you on the forehead. “Baby, I’m so sorry.”
You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, “Promise me, Spence.”
“Promise what?” he asked confused.
You spoke in quiet desperation, “You know the issues my parents were having. Just please promise me that no matter what happens in our lives, we’ll continue to talk to each other.”
He kissed your forehead again and you continued, unable to control your thoughts anymore. “Promise me that if I’m doing something that annoys you or makes you mad, you’ll tell me. Promise me that you’ll listen to me and take my feelings into account. Promise me that we’ll never go to bed angry. Promise me that we’ll never shut ourselves off from each other just because we might disagree.” You couldn’t control the urge to cry and began sobbing again, looking up at the love of your life in despair. “Just promise me…”
He let you cry again and when the opportunity presented itself, he held your face in his hands and said, “Look at me, Y/N. I promise to always be open with you. At this point, I can’t think of a single thing you do that annoys me, but if that day comes, and it truly bothers me, I promise to let you know. I promise to listen and let you cry when you need. I promise to tell you I love you, every single day, regardless of whether or not I am away on a case. I promise that no matter how much I may be at work, work never takes priority over you.”
You stood up on your tiptoes, resting your forehead against his and kissing him, the tears slowly drying from your face. He used his thumbs to wipe the rest of your tears away. “I promise that, in this moment, and for as long as I live, I will love you more than anything else in the entire world.”
You had no idea what the future would hold, but you promised yourself that you would do your damnedest to make sure you and Spencer made it for the long haul.
Spencer slowly led you to the couch, dimming the light and pulling you onto his lap. “I love you so much, Y/N,” he said gently, cradling you in his arms. “Now go to sleep, I’m right here.”