i wish we got more of him

do you ever think about the fact that steve trevor didn’t have much faith in humanity or saving people because of the combat he’d seen 

but he met diana and gave up his life to save people because diana restored that faith in him and believed in her ability to save the world. and died with a smile on his face because of her

4

Bad news, Link. It looks like I got hit pretty good back there… I think… I think I need to get back to the Flight Range. I just hope that… I can make it back… You head down to Medoh.

Tendershipping YAY :D

After watching the “new” YGO movie Dark Side of Dimensions I felt the urge to draw fluffy and dark fluffy… after two years :-O

The movie was wow wow wow wow I LOVED it and wow ♥ Oh and I never shipped it but after the movie I can’t shop thinking about Prideshipping :D Seto is so… so gay for Atem… haha

In the end I stick to my beloved Tendershipping :3 back to the roots and stuff!

MBTI TYPES AS LOTR QUOTES

ISFJ: If I take one more step, it’ll be the farthest away from home I’ve ever been.

ESFJ: My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots!

ENTJ: If anyone was to ask for my opinion, which I note they’re not, I’d say we’re taking the long way round.

INTJ: I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift.

ENTP: You’ll find more cheer in a graveyard.

INTP: We never say anything unless it is worth taking a long time to say.

ESTP: He was twitching because he’s got my axe embedded in his nervous system!

ISTP
: Shall I describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box?

ENFP: What does your heart tell you?

INFP: Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.

ENFJ: What grace is given to me, let it pass to him. Let him be spared.

INFJ: The world is changed. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air.

ESTJ
: You’re late.

ISTJ: PO-TA-TOES!

ESFP
: What about second breakfast?

ISFP: So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?

Just some old ghosts on the fridge


My excuse for the 2nd image being black/white is that they printed it on a shitty school computer :p

I really wish we got to see more of Casey, my impression of him was that he mainly hung out with Gregg because he didn’t show up in the longest night supplemental

and probably had a skateboard :v

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

“So you two have been hanging out a lot more, and i think it’s time we’ve had the talk. Now i wish i didn’t have to do this but..” You tuned out that last bit. You didn’t understand where Tony got the whole couple thing from in the first place, but you wished he would have let it go ages ago. It was just too much now.

“Tony-” You tried to interrupt him, but it was no use. God he was such a pain sometimes. You glanced at Peter, who was completely red in the face. Of course. He was probably too embarrassed to form coherent sentence, hence the complete silence from him. 

“There are times where you’ll feel urges-” 

“Tony! WE. ARE. NOT. DATING!” you practically yelled. Oh you were in for it. But at least it would get him to shut up for two seconds. Completely worth it in your book.

“Oh. Wait, really?!” Tony tilted his head in obvious confusion.

“Told you so!” You heard some voice from the other room - probably Happy Hogan, knowing him. You rolled your eyes, letting out a deep sigh. How you dealt with these people was beyond you.

6

It was lovely having my brother involved because I got to hang out with him in South Africa for a while. When you grow up and you become adults and you start having kids and all that stuff, you don’t get to see as much of each other as you’d like. So it was really cool hanging with him for like three months and getting to see loads of him. (x)

Playing Hearts

Playing Hearts- Harry Hook x Reader

Written by: mouseymagines

Request: Hey! could you write a Harry Hook x reader imagine where the reader is the daughter of the Queen of Hearts and she and Harry are in rival gangs but they’re in love and he decides that he cares more about her than he does about the rivalry?

Requested by: jordsie

Warnings: none


The room was suddenly filled with the noises of your angry friend. Saf, the daughter of Scar. You could tell she was probably out done by none other than Uma. Again. The very frustrated girl turned in your direction and began her tirade.

“Who does that little…that little shrimp think she is!?” she yelled out

“I mean she’s captain of the top crew on the isle, Saf” you mention, a little reluctantly but what else would you were gonna say?

“Well that should be me! Aren’t I more evil than her, Y/N?” she questioned.

“Don’t make me answer this” you pleaded, your eyes going to the door and catching sight of a certain pirate. A small smirk playing at his lips as he listened to you and Saf’s conversation. You put your gaze back on Saf and you hadn’t realize she continued the rant. You laid back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest, occasionally looking back to the door at Harry, seeming like he was asking you to go with him. You wanted to but it was always hard to get away from your fuming captain. “Saf, um…I mean it isn’t that I don’t particularly care at the moment, it’s just that i have some errands to run for my mom?”

“Of course” she replied in annoyance.

You got to your feet, grabbing your bag and headed out. You looked around you but Harry was gone. A sigh left your lips as you walked down the street. You started heading toward the docks and that’s when you felt hands pull you into a small alleyway. Your back rested against the bricks as you looked up into your secret lovers eyes.

“See as much as I hated taking you from what looked like a fun time-” he began but was silenced by your lips pressing to his gently.

“Shut up” you mumbled against his lips causing his smile to grow. Your lips reconnected with his and you felt him slip his hook into one of your belt loops helping him pull you closer to him. You hated lying to Saf about your little affair with Uma’s right hand man, just as much as he hated lying to Uma about you. However, you both were aware of what would happen if they found out. Ever since you got on Saf’s good side and joined her in her adventures on ‘taking over’ the isle and met Harry you were always captivated by him and he felt the same for you. It was about a year later you two decided to be together but make sure it would happen out of your leader’s sights.

His hand came up and gently caressed your cheek. To him you were the queen of his world and yet he knew you deserved more than what he can offer. He didn’t want you to have to hide your happiness. Once the kiss broke you can tell he was thinking on something.

“What is it?” you asked quietly. Your voice gentle, fingers running through his hair.

“…You don’t deserve this” he spoke in a similar hushed tone, his hand leaving your cheeks and playing with the ends of your H/C locks. “It keeps coming to my mind that we have to hide what we have when we are out in the open…I almost don’t care about them anymore” he confessed. “I wish we could just run off somewhere, love” he pressed his forehead to yours. A small smile forming on your face, you couldn’t help but feel your love for the pirate grow even more at his words.

“Harry, I love you, and I know it doesn’t matter what they think but…Saf is my friend, not just my captain…”

“I know…” he replies. With both your hands you take a hand and his hook which you take from him and keep it hooked onto your belt loop.

“We are in this together, we can work through this” you reassure him.

“If you got hurt, Y/N-”

“So we’re at that now, are we?” you question, a small giggle leaving your throat. He shook his head and gave a slight chuckle. You felt both his hands on the back of your thighs, lifting you and pushing you gently against the wall. His blue eyes looking into your E/C ones. “You know I can fight for myself, if they even tried to nick me, you know how fast their heads will be rolling” you joke saying the last part in a tone much like your mothers.

“A bit dark, that one was, my queen” he chuckles, kissing your cheek. He looks back up to you and smiles. “One day I’ll give you the world and one day we won’t worry about our friends clashing”

“You’re quite the dreamer, captain” you joke, your fingers playing with his dark locks. You knew if he was dreaming for this he was going to try it. To give you everything.To make you both happy and free.

Cinderella (Part 2)

Summary: You finaly get the the courage to meet your one night stand

Pairing: Jeon Jeong-juk (Jungkook) / Reader

Genre: Fluff / Smut

Words: 2.8k

Part 1 | Part 3Masterlist


“Hello.” You heard his cute voice.

“H-hi.” You nervously stuttered.

“(Y/N)?” He remembered your name?

“Hi….um…you have something that belongs to me.”

He laughed. “That’s funny because I believe you have something that belongs to me.”

It took you a few to understand what he meant, but then it occurred to you. You stole his sweater.

-

You decided to meet him for a swap of your things. It was still pretty early so you decided to meet for an early lunch. You didn’t want to pretend like your someone your not so you dressed in a casual ripped jeans and flowy top.

Would you recognize him? Would he recognize you?

You both decided to meet at the corner café. You were beyond nervous. What if you is actually a jerk or he doesn’t like the real you? What if he regrets last night?

You walked into the café, you didn’t notice any familiar faces so you picked a seat in the back. It was pretty empty anyway so he shouldn’t have trouble finding you.

You clicked your thumbs together waiting for him. You felt your heart beating fast. You couldn’t control your emotions. You weren’t in a good place to be rejected right now.

Your head jerked up when you heard the door open triggering a bell. There he was. He was as gorgeous as you remember. He was wearing a white crewneck a black leather jacket with black jeans. He also had a white beanie on and a black face mask. As soon as he saw you, you could tell he was smiling behind the mask through his eyes.

“Hey.” He said to you as he sat down. He took off his face mask and he gave you a sweet smile. The killer smile you remember.

“Hi.” You shyly responded.

“Let me get us some drinks.” He got up not asking what you wanted.

He came back shortly with two drinks. They honestly looked quite tasty. “This is the best drink here.” He smiled.

You were hesitant to try it because you weren’t a coffee drinker and you doubted they had chocolate shakes here. When you tried it you were blown away. It had a coffee hint but it was mostly ice chocolate. It was delicious.

“It’s a chocolate chip frappuccino…by the look on your face I can tell you like it?” He laughed.

You nodded and put your drink down before it could give you a brain freeze.

“Um.” You started. “I just want to apologize about last night….I promise I never do these type of things.”

He nodded biting the inside of his cheek.

“My friends said that it’s time I put myself out there again….and maybe I got carried away…..so I’m sorry.” You looked down chipping your nail polish off.

“You don’t have to be sorry….” You looked up at him. “I dont regret last night.” He smiled.

“I just kind of wished I remembered more of it.” He continued. “But maybe we can start from the beginning? I mean if you want because you did sneak out on me.” He smirked.

“Oh no.” You leaned your head in your hands. “I promise it’s not like that….I was just embarrassed.” You blushed as you looked at him.

“You’re cute.” He laughed. “So does that me you want to start over?”

“Oh course.” You smiled.

“I’m Jungkook.” He reached his hand out towards you.

Really we are doing this? “I’m (Y/N).” You laughed at his silliness.

“And I did want to say that you’re great in bed.” He bit his lip.

You rubbed your forehead laughing. “You’re not suppose to say that…we didn’t have sex yet.”

“Right…I predict you’re great in bed.” He smiled.

You shook your head laughing, you kicked him from under the table. “Well I predict that you snore in your sleep.” One thing you remembered this morning was that he had the cutest snore you ever heard, it wasn’t loud or obnoxious but it was soft and cute.

His face dropped from your choice of words. “Really…we’re gonna go there?”

“You started it.” It was your turn to smirk.

You changed your mind, your glad you came to meet him.

“Oh I almost forgot.” He reached into his pocket and slid your phone across the table. You were so caught up in Jungkook you actually forgot about your phone.

“Thank you.” You blushed. “And you can have this back I guess.” You took his sweater laying on your side of the bench and tossed it to him.

“But I might take it back one day because it’s comfortable.” You tilted your head deviously.

“We’ll see.” He smirked.

-

The sad part was that Jungkook had to work later that day but he asked you out for tomorrow night. You were beyond excited.

When you got to your apartment your friends were argueing over what movie they rather watch.

“Hey (Y/N) How did it go?” They both sat up as soon as they saw you. You threw yourself between them on the couch.

“He was the most amazing guy ever.” You smiled.

“Really?” Lalisa cheered.

“Yeah….he was sweet, funny, charming, so cute.” You blushed thinking about him.

You felt happy, like you could actually can move on. You could finally forget about Illhoon. He attempted to talk to you a few times since the break up but you told him you weren’t ready, but now you feel confident.

“So when are you seeing him again?” Rosé nudged you.

“We have a date tomorrow.” You bit your lip. You were overly excited and it was obvious in your face.

“See we did this….we want credit at your wedding.” You laughed.

-

You thought later that day that you should call Ilhoon, he has been trying to talk to you for a while now to settle things.

You felt both relieved and disappointed when you heard his voice mail. You left a message saying how sorry you were for ignoring his calls and that you’re feeling much better and that you’re ready to settle your relationship.

-

“How’s this?” You pulled out a dress from your closet.

“No too fancy.” Rosé suggested.

You put it back and pulled out something else. “This?”

“No too fancy.” Rosé said more annoyed. Lalisa was good at this but she was out with her guy you still didn’t know.

Jungkook slipped his number in your phone before he gave it back to you and he texted you to not dress fancy, that it was a causal date. Which honestly made you happy because he was more down to earth, but somehow you were still nervous.

“Here.” Rosé got up and went through your closet. “This is not too fancy and it’s not to causal, perfect for a date.”

You loved her choice, it was simple white spring dress with a black and white stripped cardigan and to top it off with some gray doc martins. It was causal, cute, and edgy at the same time.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“Just be yourself.” You released a breath.

You were already waiting for Jungkook to pick you up even though he told you seven, you still had ten minutes to spare.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard a knock on the door.

“He’s here.” Why were you so nervous?

Rosé pushed you to the door and you slowly opened it. Your eyes landed on the handsome guy in front of you. He looked good like usual. He was in a white button down dress shirt with black jeans and his usual black leather jacket.

He looked at you and smiled. “Hey.” He sweetly greeted.

“Behave yourselves.” Rosé smirked.

“No promises.” Those words slipped out of your mouth.

Jungkook just laughed, mostly from your feared embarrassing expression. He reached his hand out and you took it following close behind.

“You look beautiful.” He said shyly.

“So do you.” You replied nervously and mentally hit yourself in the face. “I mean handsome.” You bit your lip.

“That’s okay, I’m know I’m beautiful.” He joked.

You were a flushed mess, your face never turned a shade lighter then red.

While he was driving you felt comfortable, the silence didn’t bother you. He was softly singing to the radio and you were blown away of how incredible his voice was.

“I hope you’re not taking me to the middle of nowhere so I can get murdered.”

“That’s not my style….I’m more lock you up in my basement type.” He laughed.

You pulled up into a parking lot that was packed. Instead of parking Jungkook made his way to the back of the building. After he parked you saw him text someone. You both got out and you followed him to the back door of the building.

You only waited a few seconds until it opened. “Hey man.” Some guy greeted Jungkook. He was wearing a backwards cap but you could tell he had orange hair. He had a smile that brightened up his whole face.

“You’re (Y/N) right?” He looked at you and smiled.

You nodded and shook his hand. “This is Hoseok, hes my friend, he works here so he can sneak us in.” Jungkook introduced you.

What was here exactly? After Hoseok snuck you in, he led you both out of the employees only area. When you made your way to the rest of the building you immediately got excited. You were in an aquarium. It was beautiful.

You walked down the path of the different displays of all the different types of fish. You haven’t been to an aquarium since you were little so it was refreshing. Jungkook really knew how to pick a date. He smiled at your fascination with the different aquariums. There was still people browsing but you could tell the aquarium was on their last hour before close.

Jungkook held your hand the entire time you walked through the different areas. You reached a portion that was a pathway through a tunnel. When you walked along the aquarium it was all along the tunnel. All around you. You slightly jumped when you noticed the sharks swimming above your head. You squeezed Jungkook’s hand tighter. It was incredible and frightening at the same time.

-

The next half hour you were more blown away of every display they had to offer. You walked upstairs until you reached another pathway of stingrays. You watched as they swam above you and all around. You looked at Jungkook smiling.

“It’s amazing.” You whispered.

“Yeah.” Just then Jungkook stole your attention as he leaned into you with a tender kiss. You were surprised from the sudden action but it didn’t take you long to respond. The kiss got deeper as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He held each hand on your hips moving you backwards until you reached the wall. You felt glass from the cold chill that ran up your back.

You felt him brush your bottom lip with his tongue. The sensation gave you butterflies as you opened your mouth responding to his request. He pushed you up so you were sitting on the railing behind you. He placed himself between your legs as he moved down to your neck. You felt like you were drunk with every wet touch. You touched up his toned body underneath his shirt. You felt the tension between your lower half’s.

He stopped kissing you for a moment as your phone rang ruining the moment. You didn’t bother looking at the name, you just hit the call straight to voicemail. Clearly making out with Jungkook was more important to you. He was your drug and you needed more of it.

You pulled him back in kissing him deeply. You reached for his pants buckle getting excited. “How about we finish this at my place, I rather not get kicked out.” He smirked. You nodded and you both made your way out of the building quickly.

When you got into the car he was shaking his leg impatiently. You couldn’t help but blush as you noticed his bulge. Luckily the drive was pretty short because you both couldn’t wait much longer.

As soon as you made your way into his apartment he pinned you against the door kissing you desperately. This was deja vu but better because neither of you were drunk.

You jumped up wrapping your legs behind him. You felt his erection poking you and it felt chilling. He started towards the bedroom carrying you. You were kissing his neck until he dropped you on his bed. You helped him take off his shirt and immediately took off your dress. He took a second to admire your body before he pulled your underwear off along with your bra. You grabbed his pants, quickly taking them off.

You grabbed his member pumping your hand up and down as he kissed your neck. You moaned as he rubbed figure eights through your folds.

“Jungkook.” You moaned. “I need you right now.”

He smirked at you as he grabbed himself and lined up to your center. He lifted your right leg up and placed it on his shoulder as he pushed in. The angle was deep and you almost screamed from the pleasure. He thrusted into you deeper causing the bed to squeak.

“You okay.” He asked you sweetly out of breath.

You nodded. “Faster.” You moaned.

He leaned into you more, bending your leg more forward. He thrusted into you at a rapid speed. He was out of breath as you attempted to kiss him.

You felt a chill as your pleasure was shooting through your body. “Jungkook I’m gonna c-” You moaned.

“Wait for me.” He tried to catch his breath.

As soon as he said that he started slowing down and you decided to let go. You closed your eyes as you felt him released causing you to shutter from the orgasm that was passing through both of your bodies.

You moaned as he pulled out of you suddenly. He immediately fell to the side of you trying to steady his breathing. You loved the way he looked with sweat dripping down his face.

He turned to you and smiled. “I knew you would be great in bed.” You laughed as you pushed your hair off your face.

He pulled you in for one last kiss before you both fell asleep.

-

The next morning you actually remember everything that happened and the thought obviously put a smile on your face. You felt Jungkook right behind you as his breath was on your neck and his arm was wrapped over your hip. You gently reached for your phone to check the time. When you clicked the home button you noticed you had one missed call from Illhoon.

He must of been the one that called you last night. Was he just responding to your call?

You sat up about to get out of bed when you felt Jungkook pull you back into his arms.

“No…you’re not sneaking out this time.” He whined.

You laughed from his cute actions and you turned around to face him. “I wont.” You blushed.

He leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips. “I’m sorry I slept over again.”

“I’m glad you did.” He shyly smiled. “I like seeing you first thing when I wake up.” You felt the butterflies invade your stomach again. He was so sweet and you can’t wait to move forward with your relationship.

-

A few hours later you decided to head home. Spending all morning with Jungkook was nice. He cooked you breakfast as you danced around him making him laugh.

You would of stayed longer but his friends invaded your alone time. They were all goofy especially the one you met last night, turns out hes Jungkooks roommate also. He just spends a lot of time over his girlfriend’s place.

When you got back to your apartment you decided to call Illhoon back.

“Hey.” He answered. “I got your message.”

“Sorry I didn’t answer I was out.” You responded. You were fine hearing his voice, it didn’t make you shiver like it did before, knowing he didn’t love you anymore.

“Do you want to meet me? I think we should catch up for a bit.” He sounded nervous.

“Yeah sounds good.”

It was time to put your breakup a side and start being friends again. That’s what you were before you even started dating. You met up with him at your old favorite pizza place that you always went to together. It was nice seeing him again. You definitely moved on, you can actually look at him without bursting into tears.

“So how is everything?” You causally asked.

“There was something I wanted to ask you.” He cut to chase.

“What’s up?” You smiled.

“I want to get back together.”

-

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3

Jerome Valeska Imagine - He Takes You With Him

Originally posted by im-very-odd33

Originally posted by reversedbeat

Your P.O.V.

My heart felt like it could explode any minute. The bus smelled like gasoline and I knew that we could all die very soon. Our hands were cuffed into some chains so no one could leave this bus. The red head who was behind this all was walking closer to me. It was Jerome Valeska. He had killed his own mother. It was all around the news not so long ago.

It’s not like I cared about the girls in this bus. In fact, I hated them all. They had treated me like shit since I joined this team. I was more worried about my own life. He just tried to set this thing on fire but his lighter didn’t work. Now he wanted a lighter from us.

’I asked you something. Anyone got a light?’’ Jerome had to repeat himself a little angrily. The other girls cried and tried to tell him no. Then there was me. ‘’Yes’’ I managed to say with fear in my voice. Jerome turned to look at me just as the police sirens came closer. Only his eyes made a shiver run down my spine.

‘’Well well well look at you’’ He giggled and put his gun against my head. Oh shit. ‘’Give it to me’’ He demanded more seriously. That’s when I raised my hands to show him that they were still cuffed. Jerome sighed and rolled his eyes before he actually uncuffed me. Some of the girls were staring at me in disbelief. How could she do that? Is she fucking serious? I could almost read their minds by the looks on their faces.

‘’Now hand it over’’ Jerome reminded me, snapping me out of my thoughts. With trembling hands I grabbed my black bag. I emptied it and then scavenged through my stuff. Then I found it, my orange lighter I used to the few cigarettes I smoked when I was really stressed. ‘’Since you were so kind, I’ll take you with me’’ Jerome said and then laughed. My eyes widened and I felt sick.

I would go with him?

Jerome grabbed my arm and yanked me up. Me knees were shaky but I managed to walk. As we got out of the bus I saw police cars. The officers were hiding and pointing at the bus with their guns.A part of me wished that someone would save me but on the other hand, I wanted to go with Jerome as well. This made me feel so alive.

‘’Ha ha ha!’’ Jerome laughed even more. He enjoyed this so much. The police couldn’t shoot towards the bus because it could set on fire. ‘’Here loser, light ‘em up!’’ Jerome yelled and then threw the lighter to one of his friends. Before I could think of anything else, he started running towards a red truck. Of course I had to run as well since his grip on me was tight.

‘’Get in!’’ Jerome growled and literally pushed me inside. The driver hit the gas pedal Jerome was standing on the stairs and he looked at the cops. We escaped just like that.

I looked behind us and at the same second I saw the bus. Fire spread wildly and the entire thing was burning. Black thick smoke rose in the air and parts of the bus fell off already. A few seconds later the fire had done enough damage to make it explode.

I should cry, I should scream and beg for mercy. I should feel guilty. But I didn’t.

Jerome got inside now and he shut the door. It made me look away from the crime scene. ‘’Is it just me or does it smell like roasted beef in here?’’ Jerome cracked a joke. He probably thought that I’d be crying by now.

‘’A little’’ I replied quietly. The corners of my mouth curved into a smile. I was free. The people who hated me were gone forever. 

‘’Hmm looks like you aren’t as sane as I thought you were’’ Jerome snickered while playing with his gun. Maybe I was a little  insane, because it had been a long time since I was so happy the last time. Damn I was in a truck with criminals that broke out of Arkham and I felt free.

‘’I hope there’s a shower wherever we’re going because I smell like gasoline’’ I told Jerome and looked into his pretty eyes. He wasn’t so scary now. Yes I was scared in the bus because I thought I was going to die. But now I wasn’t. He seemed pretty cool.

‘’Oh trust me the shower is the fanciest you’ve ever seen. The place is like a palace’’ Jerome assured me which made me smile. ‘’Now would you want to tell me your name?’’ He asked me which reminded me of the reality of things. We didn’t even know each other. Let’s get started then.

‘’I’m Y/N’’

And just like that the story of chaos began..

Your Everyday Badass

Prompt: could you maybe do something with disabled!batmom. where batmom is in a wheelchair and you explore how that relates to the batman escapade, you could even have her interact with the justice league to redefine their definition of ‘hero’. thanks for writing for us love you! <3

Requested by: ANON


Your life was a mish mash of simple facts. Your husband dressed up in a bat costume and fought crime: Fact. You had adopted children and allowed them to be superheros: Fact. Several of your children had died, and come back to life: Fact. Your husband snored like no tomorrow: Fact. Just because you were in a wheelchair did not mean you weren’t a deadly badass in your own right: Fact.

    As you rolled your chair down the halls of the station, you knew you drew more than a few eyes. You’d made it a point to stay out of the station over the years. Gotham was your territory. Protecting the city was your mission, and that was big enough without adding in an entire universe too.

    Right up until your husband landed his butt in surgery. The boys stand as you approach; three of them bend down to give you a kiss on the cheek, and one simply leans over. Resting your hands in your lap you ask, “What did he do this time?”

    Jason smiles at you, “Took a bullet for Supes.”

    You raise an eyebrow, “You mean the guy bullets literally bounce off of?”

    Tim winces, “It might have been a kryptonite bullet.”

    You sigh, and settle in for a wait. More than a few people pass by. There eyes drift over you, before continuing on. Each of your boys disappears for a few minutes before coming back showered and changed.

    When Clark shows up, he stares at you, “Y/N I am so …”

    You cut him off, “If you apologize Kent, you’re going to wish that bullet had hit you. Bruce is a big boy. He can make his own choices.” He says nothing. Simply, he smiles before kissing your cheek and saying, “Lois was hoping the family would come by for dinner next week. We just got the ramp fixed.”

    You smile, “We’ll be there. Even if I have to bring Bruce kicking and screaming.”

    Clark snorts, “Cause that just spells fun.”

    You smile, and he walks off. Several other leaguers stop by to say hi; Barry, Diana, Shayera. When J’onn steps out of the operating room, he smiles at you before waving you in. You roll through the wide door way easily, and straight to your husband’s bed. He’s still sedated, but you take his hand, and simply wait.

    He’s groggy but coherent, “You’re on the space station.”

    You grin, “And here they said you were losing your touch.”

    He stares at you, wether he’s not amused or simply to sedated to care, you’re not sure, “You hate space. With a burning passion. When I asked you to come up, you said not if your life depended on it.”

    You smile at him, “It wasn’t my life, it was yours. Thanks for the ramps and the wide doorways by the way.”

    He squeezed your hand, “Anything for you.”

You kiss his cheek, “I love you.”

He smiles, “I love you too; my own personal hero.” You raise an eyebrow at that, “You faced your fears.”

“Which fear is that?”

He smiles at you,“Being sucked into a space vacuum.”

You lean back into your chair, “That doesn’t make me a hero Bruce. It makes me an adult ”

“It makes you brave.”

You just smile, “I’m good with brave.”               

Reading the History of Middle-earth series, I feel a bit sorry for Christopher Tolkien. When his dad died, he took on the monumental project of turning 50 years’ worth of disorganized (and sometimes borderline illegible) drafts and corrections and alternate versions, and turning it into a single coherent publishable story for the Silmarillion. And reading the published Silmarillion, I think that overall he did an excellent job. Using editorial license to harmonize the stories with each other and with the published Lord of the Rings was the right thing to do, because it made the Silmarillion far more accessible and publishable than it otherwise would have been. And I think that Christopher had the right to exercise editorial license, given that much of his father’s work was written to and for his children, especially Christopher.

But then he had to put up with an enormous amount of flak from people accusing him of re-writing his father’s stories willy-nilly. I’m glad that we got HoME, since there’s a ton of fascinating stuff in there, but I wish it had been published as an exciting expansion of the father’s world, not as a defensive maneuver against the son’s critics. The series is shot through with apologies. Christopher is constantly berating himself for changing even a single word of his father’s writings in the published Silmarillion. It makes me want to give him a big hug and say “it’s ok, you did an amazing job.”

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Jsuki; DIABOLIK LOVERS “5th Anniversary” Book - Ruki’s Special Interview

(Managed to get an early night home from work so I got to translate stuff! :D)


── Right now, what are you into?

Ruki: Fountain pens. I bought mine a long time ago, but I wasn’t able to use it well and there were many times I stained my hands with the ink. I’m not using it recently, but I’m still holding onto it preciously right now.

── What in your fashion are you particular about lately?

Ruki: If I can, I’ll like it to be form-fitting. Clothes that are too large don’t really fit me well. Kou also told me it’s better this way, so for now, I’ll pick things that better fit me.

── What habits do you have that you’ll do without realising?

Ruki: I’m not sure if I’ll go so far to call it a habit, but I do twist pens in my hand often. Especially when something’s on my mind, and my hands have nothing to do.

── How do you spend your off-days?

Ruki: I usually read or do housework. If I’m doing something in the house, my off-day will completely end instantly. I sometimes go out to do some shopping, but it’s really only when there’s something necessary to buy.

── What do you wear to sleep?

Ruki: I wear regular pajamas. Because I wear similar stuff all year round, there are times where the others get shocked when I put on a T-shirt once in a while. I don’t really have many pieces, and I tend to go for comfortable wear that makes me feel relaxed.

── What do you definitely do before sleeping?

Ruki: I do stretches and read. Afterwards, my eyes usually get tired, so I’ll prefer warmer surroundings. I understand it’s not something we need, but it makes me feel good… by the way, previously, Yuma got a shock when he walked in on me putting on a warm towel above my eyes.

── What is one part of your body that you like best?

Ruki: I often get praised for the side of the eyes. But when I ask if it’s because (other people) like them, the replies are usually…lackluster. I don’t really take notice of it much though.

── What’s something you like in your room?

Ruki: I don’t dislike huge windows. If the room is a little small, huge windows make it feel more spacious. In order to control the light that pours in from outside, I go for darker coloured curtains as well.

── Tell us one memorable impression that you have of your brothers.

Ruki: Ah, there’s plenty but…if it’s something recent, it’s that all of us got together to clean the house. When Yuma was moving stuff, we found an old wooden chest, and everyone got noisy wondering if there’s treasure inside. When we opened it up with a key, it turned out to be empty, so all my younger brothers felt down. I was more bothered about since when did we have (that wooden chest)…but well, it doesn’t help anything to be overly bothered.

── What do you think of Karlheinz?

Ruki: I think he’s someone great. Plus, he took us all in, raised us, and we’re indebted to him. Such kindness can’t be easily repaid, can it? That’s why, if that person wishes for it, I shall- no, we, shall do anything.

── Where will you go if going on a date?

Ruki: I don’t like anywhere that’s too crowded. Places such as art museums or libraries are good. To admire paintings, read a book, then speak about our thoughts over a meal doesn’t sound too bad.

── What does a girl do that makes your heart skip a beat?

Ruki: Seeing the back of her form while she’s asleep makes me happy. Above anything else that she does, her being as vulnerable as such is somehow quite interesting. For her to show such a side before me, isn’t it fine to be taken by it?

── How does her blood taste?

Ruki: It’s a bit hard to put it into words…it’s not a persistent taste, and there isn’t a bitterness like when you suck from other people. When you mix the emotions in, the taste changes as well, and that makes it fun once again. It makes me want to keep her by my side often.

── Which part do you like to suck from best?

Ruki: I like taking her blood from her shoulder. It’s a thinner part of the human body, and it isn’t too thick, so you can get a good sound out of her. Since it’s also close to the ear, she can hear the sounds well and will often react to them. There’s no problem at all since we all don’t hate it there, right?

── What is her existence to you?

Ruki: I used to think she was just a livestock in the past… but, it’s all different now. Pulling myself away from the fact that she’s Eve, she’s special to me and is someone that I think of protecting. Of course, I’m not throwing away my role. To have such thoughts is probably unforgivable…but I’m not able to give it up now. That’s how important she is to me.

Translated by me, requested by anon-san. Originally from my own copy of the DL 5th Anniversary book. Ayato’s interview also translated in full HERE.

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What were you most excited about when coming back to set?
Working with Posey. Yeah. Yeah, I was excited about that. Totally. Um, I wish that there was more. More Posey? More Posey. More scenes with you and Posey. More Posey and… you know. Well, we like to grant wishes here, on the Teen Wolf show. So we got you your own Posey. You can take that home and hang out with him.

Jamie - Names (Drabble Series)

Bucky | Barnes | Buck | Sarge | Jamie | Soldat | Love | James | Epilogue

Character Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Summary: She calls Bucky by many different names. Each one portraying a different emotion, motive behind her words changing and telling with every utterance off her lips.

WC: 1550

A/N: Tags are now closed! This chapter is my favorite. If I were Bucky’s girl, I’d totally just call him Jamie all the time. I’m so blown away by the positive response to this series. I posted another series here earlier this summer and I think it got 45 notes at most on a chapter. Thank you so much guys!

Jamie was a name she used in two instances: when she was drunk and when she wanted something. It always amused him and he found it cute, wishing she would use it more often.

“Hey Jamie, what do you think of repainting the dining room?” (She was both for this one.)

“I know we never officially talked about getting a cat, but Jamie he’s so cute. You’ll love him I promise!”

It was the night of another rager of a Stark Party, a few weeks after Steve dragged everyone out to the compound. They were celebrating the end of a very successful mission that had taken months to plan and execute, not that Tony ever needed an excuse to throw a party.

She was drunk, relieving the stress of the past few weeks with one too many martinis.

“Jamie! Jaaaaaamieeeeee!” she sang out.

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Tom Holland Imagine: All Too Well

Summary: This is based off of the song All Too Well by Taylor Swift. So be ready for a sad ending… Im sowwy…

A/N: Idk why I wrote this tbh I didn’t need this sadness in my life…

Warnings: None

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“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold… but something bout it felt like home somehow…” 

 "Come on, love, you’re going to freeze to death!“ Tom called.

 I smiled at him and ran up the sidewalk to join him at the door of his parents’ house. Tom sat my bags on the ground and reached into his pocket to pull out his key. As soon as the door was open, the loud scream of Tom’s name filled both of our ears as his family came running around the corner to take in the rare sight of Tom Holland standing inside their home. 

Tom hugged all of them before turning to introduce me. 

 "Guys, this is Y/N. The love of my life.” Tom said with a wide smile across his face. 

 Tom’s mother smiled at me before pulling me into a loving hug. 

 "Oh, I can just tell you’re going to fit right in with us! Tom, take her bags up to her room! We’re going to give her a tour really fast!“ 

 I smiled at Tom before following his mother down the hallway. 

 "I told you they’d love you.” Tom whispered in my ear as he pressed a kiss to my temple.

 "Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place and I can picture it after all these days…“ 

 Tom’s hand held mine as we walked down the path. His other hand held the leash that Tessa was on. I pressed myself into his side as another cold strike of the wind hit us. 

 "I told you to bring your coat, love." 

 "I know, but it’s not that bad when the wind isn’t blowing. And besides, I have you beside me to keep me warm." 

 Tom smiled down at me and kissed my forehead as we continued our walk through the woods. Tom let go of my hand and wrapped his arm around me as I hugged his torso. We both walked in silence as the leaves began to fall around us. 

 "This is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s so beautiful, I could just stay out here and watch it all day.” I said. 

 Tom hummed in agreement. 

 "Well, as great as that would be, cuddling up by a warm fire with some hot chocolate is pretty great too.“ 

 I laughed and hugged Tom even tighter. Tom then stopped walking and turned to face me. 

 "I have to tell you something, Y/N…" 

 "Okay… what is it?" 

 "I-I love you." 

 I stared up at Tom in shock. Neither one of us had said those three words yet. I could tell Tom was growing anxious by my silence. 

 "I love you, too, Tom." 

 Tom’s smile grew huge and he pulled me into a kiss as the leaves continued to fall around us. 

 "Cause there we are again on that little town street, you almost ran the red cause you were looking over at me…" 

 "Why does Harrison have to live so far away from you?” I whined as we continued on the long drive towards our friend’s house. 

 "Because that’s the house his mum and dad bought.“ Tom whined back. 

 I giggled and reached over to turn the music up. I began to quietly sing the song that was playing in the radio. My feet were placed on his dashboard. Even though he hated when I did that, he had given up on trying to keep me from doing. Because I always did it. 

 "Uh, Tom? Why aren’t you slowing down? Tom! That’s a red light! Slow down!" 

Tom then hit the breaks as hard as he could so that we wouldn’t fly out and get hit by other cars. 

 "What was that all about?” I asked as I put my hands on my hips. 

 "Sorry, love. You’re just really beautiful. The wind was blowing through your hair and you’re voice, God your voice. I just couldn’t look away…“ he said as he began to blush. 

 "Alright, lover boy. Just pay attention to the road.” I said, causing us both to laugh. 

 “Photo album on the counter, your cheeks are turning red…" 

 Tom groaned as his mother continued to flip through the old photo album.

 "And here’s Tom after he lost his first tooth. He got so scared and thought he was dying! He woke up and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was hilarious!”

 Tom then stood up and grabbed the photo album from his mother. 

 "Please mum, not now!“ 

 Tom’s cheeks were bright red which made me and his mother laugh even harder. 

 "Well, I think you were very adorable, Tom.” I said as I leaned across and kissed his cheek. 

 The action only made his cheeks turn redder. 

 "Oh! I have to show you the one of him from the time he put my make up on himself!“ Nikki said as she raced off towards her room. 

 "NO!” Tom screamed as he chased his mom down the hallway. 

 "Cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing round the kitchen in the refrigerator light…“ 

 I had woken him up after I had a bad dream. Tom immediately took me to the kitchen to heat me up a glass of warm milk to help me go back to sleep. As we waited for the milk to warm on the stove, Tom pulled me into his chest and began to dance with me around the kitchen. 

 "And you can tell everybody that this is your song…” Tom quietly sang as he twirled me around. 

 Tom knew how much I loved this song solely from the fact that Ewan McGregor sounds like an absolute angel when he sings it in Moulin Rouge! Tom immediately became jealous the first time I expressed my crush on Ewan McGregor because he had played his son in The Impossible. Although Tom wasn’t as talented in Ewan, I loved his version a million times more because it was coming from him. 

 "Maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much… but maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up…“ 

 "Tom, I’m not comfortable with this… I want you to follow your dreams, but this is too much. Please, just be honest with me. Is it true?" 

 Tom stared at me. His silence was all I needed. I slid out from the booth in the coffee shop and began to walk towards the exit. As I reached the door, I turned to face Tom one last time. He had his head placed in his hands. 

 "I just wanted you to love me.” I said to him before I walked out. 

 “You call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest…“ 

 I hadn’t left my house in days. The thought of seeing Tom was too much for me to handle. I still love him. I think I always will. I felt my phone ring beside me and I answered it stupidly without looking at the caller ID. 

 "Hello?" 

 "Y/N? Thank god…" 

 "Oh.. hi, Tom." 

 "Listen love, I know I hurt you but she meant nothing to me. I love you. I will always love you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever wanted! I was drunk and I hadn’t seen you in weeks and I was so lonely and she looked so much like you. I love you. I only want you. Please give me a second chance, I won’t let you down." 

 I felt a single tear fall down my cheeks as I heard his pleas. My heart was pounding against my chest, begging my brain to just forgive him so that it’s suffering could end, but I knew I had to stay strong and stick to my morales, because if I didn’t, I would lose who I am. 

 "Tom, never call me again." 

 And with that, I hung up. 

 "Time won’t fly its like I’m paralyzed by it, I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it…” 

 I spent what felt like years trying to fall back into my old life, but Tom was everywhere. His new success with Spider-Man had his face plastered on every magazine. I knew it had only been a few weeks since the phone call, but it felt like centuries. Tom had invaded my heart and I knew he would never truly leave it. I walked down the path that I had walked many times with him and Tessa. The same path where we first told each other “I love you”. I felt more tears slip from my eyes. I felt my heart break a million times more as I saw the leaves fall around me. Memories of the time I spent with him were constantly running through my mind, reminding me of what I had lost. I wish I had taken him back. What he had done was wrong, but if I hadn’t have been so stubborn I know we could’ve overcome it, but now I’ve ruined it. He’s probably already got another girl wrapped up in his arms, whispering all the sweet things that used to be for my ears only. He probably took her down this very path to tell her he loved her. He probably dances with her in the middle of the night and sings to her now. These thoughts ran through my mind as a constant reminder that Tom Holland was no longer mine.

Slipping Away- Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: Your writing is my life. Can I request something hella angsty. i dont care what it is but i need angst. Also can it be a happy ending? thanks

A/n: I love writing angst, also sorry this is kind of late

Warnings: insecurities, implied emotional breakdowns, angsty themes everywhere, slight swearing

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You sat combing your wet hair in the bathroom as drops of water from the faucet still echoed throughout, breaking the eerie silence. You allowed the comb to weave and untangle the messy locks of your hair before you hung the towel back up on its rack. With a sigh, you turned back towards the mirror, which was now fogging slightly. Your eyes were tired and your face lacked its usual perky smile, for its existence had long been faded. The water drops ceased, leaving you in silence once more, a sound you were far too accustomed to in recent times.

Newt had been spending so much time away in his habitats recently, and it was beginning to have a negative effect on you. You knew in your heart that the beasts were important to him, they were important to you as well, but he had spent days working constantly on his book, and you longed for some sort of affection besides a brief hug or kiss every now and then. Even now he was hard at work inside of his case, probably watching the occamies again since they had just hatched.

All you wanted was some attention, a sign that he was still there. The two of you had been dating for about a year or so now, and you thought he still loved you. If he did, then he wasn’t showing it or even really making an attempt to. You felt a dull throbbing ache in your chest on a daily basis. It often worsened as you prepared breakfast by yourself in your empty kitchen with nothing but a light jazz record to accompany you, or when you would end up falling asleep in a cold bed, only to wake up the next morning in the same state. You just needed someone to love, someone to talk to. By now you were starting to wonder as to what would happen if you just disappeared, if you just vanished into thin air or ceased to exist. He didn’t really need you anyways. If anything you stood in his way, he could easily live without you.

You readjusted your sweater collar before unlocking the door and heading out into the main room, only to stop in your tracks at the sight before you.

Newt was standing in your shared bedroom doorway, holding what appeared to be a worn blue notebook.

‘Oh no,’ you thought as a wave of anxiety washed over your form. You wanted to shrink away into a darkened hole and never come back out.

Newt stood slightly hunched over as he flipped through the pages of the notebook. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, shock, and hurt. What he didn’t know is that this notebook just so happened to be the one where his love wrote all of their deepest and darkest feelings. Tear stains and ink splotches dotted the page margins and creased lay darkened. His oceanic eyes scanned each word, stabbing his heart with a jagged knife. The entries all varied, but each had been written with a common theme.

October 2, 1925
Today I am feeling more lonely than usual, and the feeling itself is rather unsettling. I’m trying to occupy myself, but I still think that the pain would subside if Newt were here. However, I can’t interrupt is work, even though he’s been so busy with it. Sometimes I wish he would just take a break for once…

October 19, 1925
Another empty bed, and another sleepless night.


October 27, 1925
Newt and I got into a small disagreement today, and we haven’t spoken for a bit. I hope our relationship, or whatever is left of it, can survive. He’s been a bit more distant, and I know that he’s off working on his novel, but I really do miss him. Sometimes I wonder if he would be happier if I were gone, so that he could maybe be with someone else who isn’t as annoying or clingy or stupid. Maybe he can find another pretty and kind person to snuggle up to at night.
I wonder if he still cares or thinks about me. I prepared his favorite tea, hoping he would come back up for dinner, but he didn’t. I miss him, but I guess I can’t interrupt him.


He paused, and then looked at the most recent entry, which was dated to yesterday.

November 3, 1925
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I know he doesn’t hate me, but I can’t take being alone anymore. Maybe he’s purposely avoiding me, and maybe that’s why he doesn’t talk or hug or kiss me as much as he used to. If I had been better or smarter, or perhaps more beautiful would he have stayed? Am I that annoying and hard to be around to the point where my own boyfriend may not love me anymore?



Newt wasn’t able to make it through the final passage. It stung his heart and eyes too much. Sobs were choked back as his hands began to shake violently out of anger, not really towards you, but towards himself. Just then, a thud brought him back out of his thoughts.

You had accidentally dropped the comb in your hand, causing it to create a sound causing Newt’s worries and concerned expression to face towards you. He closed the book softly as if it were fashioned out of glass and he moved towards you. Your heartrate and breathing raced in panic as the world swirled around you.

Newt was probably furious, angry and packed with rage that you thought or said things like that about him, and not even towards his face. You had been selfish, he was only trying to write his book, but oh no, you had to be a pathetic person and desire attention at all hours of the day. You wanted to rip your hair out and scream, as you felt slightly betrayed that he had found the book from its hidden space under your side of the bed and read it, scanning over each word with his own two crystal eyes. You feared his reaction. If your relationship wasn’t over yet, it soon would be for sure. His eyes and face were already turning red and you braced yourself for the worst. You prepared for him to scream and yell and spit words furiously at you. You expected a full blown fight like never before. Your heart shattered into smaller remains, stabbing you from the inside out and pricking your chest. Your lungs became filled with toxic smoke, and all you needed was oxygen, but its freedom was nowhere to be found. You feared for darkness. You feared for a dark storm cloud. You feared for hell itself as you shut your eyes and covered your waterfalls of flowing tears with your tingling and shaking hands.

The darkness never came, but was instead, replaced with a warm embrace. The icy atmosphere and tension were slowing thawing away, like winter into spring as daisies and daffodils began to sprout through the last frost.

Newt had started to cry, and not just a few tears, but audible bawling surrounded by pain and aches. His voice was strangled, like someone was clutching his throat, forbidding speech from escaping his lips. His freckles glistened from the rivers that passed over them. He held you as if trying to keep all of your pieces together before sinking to the ground with you still in his arms. By now, all of the emotions and tears that had been locked up in your caged heart for weeks began to escape through the cracks, and your body trembled. Newts hand held your head as the coolness of your damp hair splashed onto his hands and cheeks, mixing with his salty tears.

“Y/n, why in the name of bloody Merlin didn’t you tell me that y-you felt like t-this? Why m-my darling? W-why!?” he choked out loudly, as he was now cross with himself for making you revel in this much pain and suffering for so long. He wasn’t wearing his coat, but he was still warm, as opposed to your shivering and shaking body.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you. Besides Newt, w-we’re so distant now.”

“Darling we aren’t that distant though-,”

“Newt when was the last time we had any time together huh? When was the last time you said I love you like you genuinely meant it?”

Newt opened his mouth to speak, but words didn’t come out. Instead another round of tears followed as he still continued to hold you as if you were going to disappear away from him.

“I am the shittiest boyfriend to ever live. Y/n I’m so sorry that I’ve d-done this to you, you must hate me! I don’t deserve you, oh what have I done! I’ve broken you. I need to fix you, How can I fix you!?” he panicked, and all he wanted to do was capture your lips, but he knew he shouldn’t cross that line right now. Hell, he may not even be able to call himself your boyfriend after this.

Your sobbing mixed with the sound of his, and you didn’t mean to sound so angry or snappy. Carefully, you brought your thumb under his eye to wipe a tear stream away, the touch causing him to look up from where he had buried his face in your chest.

“N-Newt?” you asked in a silenced whisper and almost ghostlike.

“Yes m-my dar-, yes Y/n?” he responded, pausing before he could say the word ‘darling’ as he wasn’t sure if he deserved the allowance to do so.

“Do you still love me?”

Newt’s heart crashed and splintered, like glass thrown against a wall. This was all his fault. He made you feel this way, he made you feel unloved and undesirable. This was all his doing, and he had been so involved in his life and where it was going that he didn’t realize that he was harming himself in the process.

“Of c-course I do. I love you so much Y/n. a simple apology won’t m-m-make this go away, I know that. But love I am sorry, I am so sorry that I have put you through this hell. I understand if you don’t love me though, I wouldn’t love me either right n-now.”

The notebook was long discarded as you pulled yourself closer into Newt’s chest, which began to rise and fall irregularly from all of his painful sobs. He reacted by grabbing your waits and pulling you closer and shielding you, as if he needed to protect your from the world.

“I still love you Newt.”

“Y-you do?”

“Of course, I was just upset, and it was my fault anyway-,”

“Don’t even finish that sentence Y/n. This had nothing to do with you. I was the idiot who was too stupid and blind to see that my own darling was suffering alone. I love you my dear and I’ll do anything and everything to fix this, please. Please Y/n I can’t lose you. This is all my fault and I can only hope that you’ll forgive me.”

Your breathing had begun to fall back to a normal rate, and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a gentle, yet still desired kiss. Newt hesitated to kiss back at first, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was scared of hurting you more. His lips smoothed over yours and sweetly massaged against yours, as the passion within him ignited. He held onto you still, afraid that you would break if he let you go. Your hand graced his stubble, and he brushed his hand through your wet hair, sending a shiver down both of your spines. He began to move his hands back down to your waist to scoop you up into his firm arms, and this movement made you break the kiss.

“Newt what are you doing?”

He kissed your lips again, shuffling the notebook away as it slid across the floor.

“I’m taking my love for some alone time.”

“B-But Newt…”

“No, this is long overdue, and I was an idiot. You deserve this, and I shouldn’t have made you hurt like I did. Now please, I need you in my arms right now, I need to show you how much I love you.”

You pressed your head against his chest and you nodded sleepily, as the emotional breakdown had worn you out a bit. Newt noticed and kissed you hair before proceeding to wrap you in a blanket from off of your shared couch. His heartbeat echoed in your ears, as it began to lull you into an aura of comfort once more.

The two of you may have hit a bumpy road, but the two of you were strong. He didn’t mean to hurt you, you understood that, and you knew that everything would be okay. You heard him mutter an ‘I love you’ as he carried and set you onto your shared bed before he curled up next to you. His arms wrapped around you after he kicked his boots off, and the two of you made up for lost cuddles as you each dozed off on the protection of each other.

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How to be a Good Boyfriend. (Evan Hansen x Reader)

Request:  Evan x reader something fluffy please!

WC: 4,097 (I’m sorry)

A/N: I’m going to put this under a read more because it’s long. I’m not even sure if this is good or even fits the request. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Evan wanted you to know how much he loved you, he really did. It was hard sometimes because of his anxiety. He had never been in a relationship before. He didn’t know what to do. He never felt like he was giving as much to your relationship as you were. You constantly tried to reassure him that he was, but in his on special way. He never accepted that though. Evan wanted to be an affectionate boyfriend that could do sweet things for you. Not a boyfriend who was flustered to even hold your hand.

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