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The Hufflepuff Part One (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by notbethan

Word Count: 1030

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

AN: So this is my first newt fic and i’m so excited! It’s set back in newts Hogwarts days :) You can read part two and three  four and five here

It was your sixth year attending hogwarts and it felt the same as every other year. You had been waiting all holidays to come back, not just to see your friends but because you knew you’d be seeing more of your crush Newt Scamander. Most of your friends crushed on the hot and brave gryffindors but you, you couldn’t take your eyes off of the shy hufflepuff Newt Scamander. 

You first met Newt your first year on the Hogwarts express, it felt like only yesterday you first met the boy. All the carriages were full making your nerves get worse looking for a seat as you knew no one on this train since you were muggle born. In your nervous state you finally had found a empty carriage, well not quite empty, there was a small boy with his face covered by the huge book he was reading. Opening the door and closing it quietly behind you, not wanting to interrupt the boys reading, you shyly took a seat across from him. He was so invested in his book that you don’t think he even knew you were there. Reading the title of the book you became curious. 

“Excuse me? May I ask about what you’re reading, I didn’t know there were magical creatures? You see, I come from a muggle family so I don’t know much about the wizarding world.” Your voice startled the boy a little, he hadn’t notice you enter like you’d thought.

“Oh, I could tell you everything you need to know about magical creatures. My names Newt Scamander.” The boy shyly smiled at you, extending his arm to shake your hand. “I’m Y/N, It’s nice to meet you Newt.”

You remember him telling you all about his love for magical beasts that train ride and how he wanted wizards to learn to understand them, not hurt them. He even told you about his dreams of one day travelling the world in search of rare creatures and maybe even writing a book about his adventures. The way he talked about these creatures with so much passion was adorable and made you grow feelings for the boy. Ever since that day you’d been crushing on Newt Scamander.

You hadn’t really spoken to him since first year, guess you could just never find the courage to. Not only that but his best friend Leta Lestrange scared you to death. Not because she was a slytherin, you didn’t think everyone in slytherin was bad that was just an unfair stereotype placed upon them. But because one time in second year when you had finally gained enough courage to approach Newt you were stopped by Leta herself. She had pulled you by your robes and pushed you into a corner where Newt couldn’t see, staring with pure hatred in her eyes. 

“Leave him alone Y/N. Newt’s my best friend and my friend only so stay away you filthy mudblood.” You couldn’t take it after she called you that horrible name sprinting back to your dorm with tears falling down your face. You had never even tried to get close to Newt again knowing Leta was always going to be in the way.

Rushing to potions class late you were out of breath from running all the way from your dorm, you knew you should have set your alarm. Pushing open the doors you sighed in relief noticing your professor hadn’t arrived yet. Hurrying to a seat next to your friend you mentally squeal as you notice Newt sitting at the back of the room. You had a good feeling about this class.

You professor walked in minutes later gaining everyone’s attention with his loud voice. “Alright everyone, this year I’m choosing your partner for this class. You will be with the same partner for the rest of this school year and I honestly don’t care if you’re not with your friend so don’t complain to me about it.” I take that back, you didn’t have a good feeling about this class. The last thing you needed was to be paired up with one of those cocky gryffindor boys who will just attempt to flirt with you the entire year instead of actually doing the work.

“Y/N and Newt Scamander.” Your eyes widened, you honestly almost fell off your chair. You had never been paired with Newt before, well actually, you hadn’t spoken to the boy since the day you met, he’d probably forgotten all about you by now.

You somehow pulled yourself together, clinging your textbook to your chest and making your way over to the boy. You shyly took the seat next to him, sending him a friendly smile which he thankfully sent back. “Hi, i’m Newt.”

He was so cute you had no idea how you were going to concentrate in this class. “Y/N. I’ve heard that you’re quite good at potions.” He seemed a little embarrassed at your statement as his cheeks flushed red and he stuttered his words. “W-well I mean I guess so.”

“So, do you still want to travel the world in search of magical beasts?” Please remember me! Please remember me!

“How did you know about that?” Confusion was written all over his face as he looked at you skeptically. Your heart sunk a little, of course he doesn’t remember you. “You told me, first year on the Hogwarts express. I didn’t expect you to remember.” You nervously chuckle, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“That was you? Wow, I was wondering what happened to the girl I talked to on my first day. I didn’t even realize, you’ve changed so much.” So he did remember you, sort of. “Well I am sixteen now not eleven.” He chuckled at your words and you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face, he still remembers you.

All of a sudden you felt this weird energy, it was as if someone was staring into the back of your head. You glanced over your shoulder to meet the glaring eyes of Leta Lestrange. Instantly becoming nervous you gulped whilst turning to your partner and putting on a fake smile. “Let’s start shall we?”

Peter Parker Imagine- The Ship

Everything seemed normal in a high school located in Queens, New York. It was about thirty minutes before school started for the day and several of the teachers were in the teacher’s lounge, sipping coffee and chatting about the start of the week. They were trying to make sure that they didn’t give the students too much at once. It stayed on that topic for quite some time until one of the teachers, Mrs. Pensky, mentioned how cute some of the students were together and how she wished others would take the plunge and get together.

A few of the other teachers overheard this conversation and one started a discussion at their table.

“If she’s talking about Y/n L/n and Peter Parker then I completely agree,” Mr. Walsh said. “Peter is a stuttering mess if Y/n even says ‘hello’ to the kid. It is cute, but he needs to just ask her out already.”

“I have them too! What is that words the students use nowadays? Ship? Yes, I ‘ship’ them as the kids would say. They both obviously have feelings for each other,” Ms. Jones sighed. A lightbulb went off in her head a beat later. “Wait, who else has Y/n and Peter?”

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Deeper in Love || Jack Maynard Imagine

I take a deep breath and smooth down the non-excitant wrinkles in my suit.

“Mate take a breath if you faint before you say ‘i do’ ill kill you,” Conor say into my ear slapping his hand on my back.

“I’m fine, I’m just nervous, like what if she backs out?” I ask nerves taking over my mind.

“Jack, were stood at the alter just waiting for Y/N to be ready to walk down the aisle, she’s not backing out,” Conor say hand still on my shoulder, I take a deep breath and compose myself. I hear the music start and the doors at the end of the church opening. My eyes make their way from my feet to the gorgeous girl walking down between the rows of our families. Memories of our lives together flashing through my mind. Tears well up in my eyes. She’s wearing a beautiful long white dress, her hair and makeup done to perfection. My chest swells with pride that after today she will be mine forever more.

“She looks gorgeous mate,” I vaguely hear Conor say. My thoughts are clouded with thoughts of her and my love for her.

My eyes are locked on her words silently spoken between us. When she finally stops in front of me, I look towards the man that I am taking her off. I hold my hand out for him to shake but instead he hugs me, “Thank you for taking care of my daughter.” He says simply I pull away from him and offer him a nervous smile. He kisses Y/N’s cheek and takes his seat in the front row next to her mother.

“Hi,” She says softly.

“Hi,” I wink.

“Jack Maynard and Y/F/N L/N, today you are surrounded by your friends and family, all of whom have gathered here today to witness your marriage and to share in the joy of this special occasion. Today, as you join yourselves in marriage, there is a vast and unknown future stretching out before you,” I grin over at Y/N, “The possibilities and potentials of your married life are great, and now falls upon your shoulders the task of choosing your values and making real your dreams. Through your commitment to each other, may you grow and nurture a love that makes both of you better people, a love that continues to give you great joy, and also a passion for living that provides you with energy and patience to face the responsibilities of life.”

My smile only widens, “Jack has decided that he wants to surprise his gorgeous partner with his own vows.” The priest says.

“So somehow I’ve managed to write and memorize my vows without you knowing,” I laugh.

“That’s not fair,”

“You are the one girl, I’ve ever taken home to meet my parents, even though at first we were sixteen and just friends I knew that something more would blossom from it,” I watch as tears appear in my gorgeous finance’s eyes, “I once asked you 'How would you feel if I told you that I loved you ?’ I knew at sixteen that it was just something that I wanted to do.”

I inhale softly, “I’m taking my time, spending life, falling deeper in love with you. One of my favorite memories of us is the story of our first kiss, I know how cute am I?” I ask making her laugh, “We were sitting on Mikey’s roof, after a party, I had my arms wrapped tightly around you, we were watching the sun replace the moon, and you asked me, 'Are you going to kiss me or do I have to kiss you?’ so I leaned in and kissed you and every single day since then I have made sure to place my lips on yours.”

Tears fall from her eyes, “Oh I wish that I could kiss you right now,” she says exasperatedly. Making our friends and family laugh.

“Jack and Y/N, the time has come to forget all the stress of planning this day and simply enjoy your friends and family who have gathered to spend this day with you. This group of loved ones will, likely, never be together in the same place again. Through quiet reflection and nostalgia, think about how each person has touched your life and why they are here with you today.”

“Do you Jack choose Y/N to be your partner in life, to support and respect her in her successes and as well her failures, to care for her in sickness and in health, to nurture her, and to grow with her throughout the seasons of your life together?”

“I do,” I smile tears gathering in my eyes.

“Do you Y/N choose Jack to be your partner in life, to support and respect him in his successes and as well his failures, to care for him in sickness and in health, to nurture him, and to grow with him throughout the seasons of your life together?”

“I do,” She says eyes locked with mine.

“Now for the rings,” The priest says, “Jack and Y/N have practiced and hopefully memorized the words to say here.” We laugh and nod our heads.

“I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be with you, for as long as I live,” I say placing a simple gold band on her fourth finger, she’s almost a Maynard.

“I give you this ring as a visible and constant symbol of my promise to be with you, for as long as I live.” She says placing an identical band on my finger.

“Jack?” The priest says catching my attention, “You may now kiss your bride.” I grin widely to all of our friends and family. Before placing my lips on Y/N’s, I dip her slightly the cheers of our friends and family falling silent on my ears all of my focus on the gorgeous girl who is now my wife.

anonymous asked:

My name is Dan and my personality is amazing actually. Girls are just dumb for throwing themselves at these losers who act all confident but think only with their dicks. In the past marriages had a very high long term rate because at least women back then were smart about choosing their partners.

Your name is Kevin and your personality is shit. It’s fucking shit Kevin.

What We Used to Be (Part 1) // Zach Dempsey x Reader

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

A/N Here’s my first imagine! Hope y’all enjoy :)

I parked my car in the driveway of Liberty High and slung the backpack over my shoulder.

Sheri joined me in the hallway as I sauntered towards my locker.

“Hey (Y/N), rough night?” She acknowledged my messy bun and bare face. 

“My parents were arguing over stupid shit again.” I aggravatingly attempted to put in my combination for the third time. The school doors opened loudly, but I was too busy to notice. 

Sheri glanced at the door then back at me. “Your best friend is coming.”

I finally unlocked my locker just for someone to slam it in my face. I furiously turned towards the one and only Zach Dempsey with his dickhead posse behind him. His large frame towered over me as his hand remained on my locker.

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The Relationship Bill of Rights

You have the right, without shame, blame or guilt:

In all intimate relationships:

-to be free from coercion, violence and intimidation
-to choose the level of involvement and intimacy you want
-to revoke consent to any form of intimacy at any time
-to be told the truth
-to say no to requests
-to hold and express differing points of view
-to feel all your emotions
-to feel and communicate your emotions and needs
-to set boundaries concerning your privacy needs
-to set clear limits on the obligations you will make
-to seek balance between what you give to the relationship and what is given back to you
-to know that your partner will work with you to resolve problems that arise
-to choose whether you want a monogamous or polyamorous relationship
-to grow and change
-to make mistakes
-to end a relationship

In poly relationships:

-to decide how many partners you want
-to choose your own partners
-to have an equal say with each of your partners in deciding the form your relationship with that partner will take
-to choose the level of time and investment you will offer to each partner
-to understand clearly any rules that will apply to your relationship before entering into it
-to discuss with your partners decisions that affect you
-to have time alone with each of your partners
-to enjoy passion and special moments with each of your partners

In a poly network:

-to choose the level of involvement and intimacy you want with your partners’ other partners
-to be treated with courtesy
-to seek compromise
-to have relationships with people, not with relationships
-to have plans made with your partner be respected; for instance, not changed at the last minute for trivial reasons
-to be treated as a peer of every other person, not as a subordinate

—  Morethantwo.com

If you don’t trust your partner around certain people, specifically an opposite gender just because you’re afraid they’d cheat then honey you’re the problem. When it comes to the point that where you’re being THAT MANIPULATIVE then there’s no trust in your relationship and you don’t deserve them.

Art Lovers (Damian Wayne x Reader)

Summary: You and Damian go to an art museum for a school assignment and the boy has a special plan for you.

A/N: This is my first imagine ever (!) and English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes, I’m trying to do my best (Oh and requests are open!!)

Keys: Y/N: Your Name. Y/L/N: Your Last Name. Y/F/C: Your favorite color.

Warnings: FLUFFF

It was another day at Gotham Academy and it seemed you were having the most tedious day of your life, the classes were boring, the food was boring and even your friends were boring! You just wanted to go home and sleep until this awful day were over.

Finally the last class of the day came and that cheer you up a bit, it was Art class, your favorite subject at school. You always loved to paint and full the empty frames with colors and all your crazy thoughts. Today you weren’t very inspired, but you could try anyway.

You entered the room and for your surprise there were no easels or frames in the class. This wasn’t a good sign because this only happened when your teacher was going to pass a test or an assignment, something you really didn’t need right now. You took a seat and waited for your teacher arrives.

Before the teacher came you noticed a certain boy entering the room. You two had a ‘kind of a friendship’ relationship, this was the only class you had together and usually you chatted a lot, but out of the class you’ve never really talked, so you didn’t know if he talked to you for pity or because he wanted to. You had to admit, you had a slight crush on him.

You were glad to see him, he looked as surprised as you when he entered and his green eyes seemed to search for yours.

“Hi Y/L/N” Damian said, taking a seat in front of you “Do you know what the teacher is planning today?”

“I have no idea” you responded and your teacher arrived next.

“Hello students, today you are going to start a new art project for the semester and the topic is emotion. You can choose whatever emotion you want and the point is to transmit this emotion with your painting.” the teacher explained “I know it’s a hard task, so is going to be a pair assignment, I’ll allow this class for you to choose your partner, the topic and to think about what materials you’ll need to use.”

Your teacher continued to explain but you stopped listening, a pair assignment? Besides Damian you didn’t talk to anyone in the class and he sure had better options than you.

“Y/N, What about we do the project together?”

“Of course! I mean.. yeah” you said chocked, you couldn’t believe that Damian Wayne wants to do the project with you.

The boy smiles a little at your response and turn his chair so he can stay in front of you “So what ‘feeling’ do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.. The only feeling I can think right now is tedious” you responded remembering all your day. “Sorry, I’m just not too inspired right now”

“It’s ok, I don’t have any idea of what we could paint either.”

“I’ve heard that a new exhibition is going to be in the art museum today” you told him “We could go there to get some references”

“That’s a great idea, Alfred can take us there after school” the boy said, apparently looking happy.

Damian mentioned the butler to you a few times before, you thought it would be good to go out with him, even if it was because of a project; maybe this day could be more interesting after all.

“Sure, I just need to text my mom if it’s ok for me to go” Y/N responded, smiling.

After getting your mom’s permission you and Damian went to his car, he opened the door to you and you shyly entered, noticing the butler in the front seat. He looks at you with a perplexed expression, impressed for Damian finally having a friend in the school.

“I see you have a company in there, Master Damian” Alfred said to the boy when he entered the car.

“TT, We are just doing a school project. We need to go to the art museum, can you take us there?”

“I certainly can” he responded and started driving to the place.

During the way to the museum everything you could think of is that, theoretically speaking, you were going out it Damian. Of course it wasn’t a date, but… You still could wish it was. You always noticed the way the boy treated you was different from the behave he had forward other people. But this would never happen, right? There’s no way the boy would return your feelings, so you need to be content being just his ‘friend’; if he considered you a friend at least.

Little did you know, the boy was thinking of you. Since you met he developed some feelings for you, he didn’t understand exactly what it is, but it was good. Some strange happiness always grew inside him every time he looked at you, he was planning to ask you out so you could know each other more, but he never seemed to get a chance. This project could be the opportunity he needed to have a different view of you and finally discover what he was feeling.

Soon the car stopped in front of the museum and you two got off the car, you mumble a ‘goodbye’ to Alfred before following Damian to the entrance. The first step you made in the gallery you are amazed by a diversity of colors, forms and people. The scenery was so delighted that you barely noticed Damian staring at you, seeing the glow in your eyes.

You two walked through the halls stopping to admire every painting and sculpture, you talking to Damian about the use of the colors and the messages that each one transmitted to the viewer, he was glad to hear you and to observe the way you were so passionate about art while making notes for the project.

There was this particular painting that you both liked a lot and stayed in silence admiring it. It was your favorite so far, the frame transmitted a calm sensation, with various shades of Y/F/C.

You looked to your side to see him focus on the painting. Damn, why do your heart beats faster every time you saw Damian? You knew you couldn’t hide your feelings anymore, but what can you do to show them?

Biting your bottom lip you looked down to his hand. You turned again to the painting and hesitated, but still held his hand.

His first thought was to retire his hand, but when he saw you again, looking so nervous and brave at the same time, he smiled and held your hand tight, noticing your body relax a little.

You spend the entire afternoon in there, now talking not only about art, but about your lives in general, enjoying the time you were spending together.

Damian was as happy as you were and, to his own surprise, he really liked you. Suddenly the boy sees something forward and a plan is made inside his head. Damian started to lead you ahead, but there a huge crowd and you can’t see anything.

“Where are we going Damian?” you asked trying to look to where he was taking you.

“I think I saw a masterpiece Y/N! Wait a little, you will love it!” Damian responded continuing to walk, when you were almost getting there he stops “Close your eyes”


“To be more exciting, please close your eyes!”

You looked at him suspiciously before you close your eyes, what painting on earth could make him act like this? You were thinking about what masterpieces could be in the exhibition until you felt he moving you and letting go of your hand.

“Open your eyes” he ordered and you did it, only to see a mirror showing your own reflection “I told you it was a masterpiece”

For the first time, you were completely speechless. You smiled. He really, really liked you the same way you did. Damian wasn’t sure if you like it or not, but all his doubts were answered when you kissed him.

The boy paralyzed at first before he realized he needed to kiss you back. The kiss was soft and slow and for you both very first kiss, it was completely perfect.

“I think I know what emotion we should choose in our project” you said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, me too.”

Letters Sent (P.1) - Connor Murphy x Reader

As far as (y/n) (l/n) was concerned, Thursdays were the worst day of the week. It was so close to the weekend, but you still had one more day after that before you got to stay home. Besides, Thursday was the day most teachers decide to assign projects or essays. Much like today. (Y/n) was staring out the window of her English classroom, drowning out Mrs. O’Leary’s voice. (Y/n) was usually a very attentive student, but sometimes she tended to zone out during fourth period. She was staring at a blue jay perched on the tree next to the window when Mrs. O’Leary called her name.

“Ms. (l/n), did you hear anything I just said?” she asked, looking at her questioningly. “Uh,” (y/n) began, “no, I didn’t. I was just… spacing out for a second.” She felt her face begin to heat up, and looked down at her hands to avoid the looks from the other students. Mrs. O’Leary sighed and shook her head. “It’s fine, (y/n), but please pay attention this time?” (Y/n) nodded. Mrs. O’Leary wasn’t a mean teacher, and she and (y/n) got along well, She was glad that she didn’t lecture her in front of the whole class.

“Anyways, as I was saying,” started Mrs. O’Leary, “we will be starting a new project this month.” The class groaned. “I know, I know, but trust me, this project will be fun!” More groans. “Will you at least let me explain before you all start shooting your mouths off?” Silence. “Good. This project will be a month long endeavor, and it involves partners.” At that, students starting looking for their friends in hopes that they can work together. (Y/n) saw Evan Hansen and Jared Kleinman whispering in the back of the class, saying that they should partner up. Mrs. O’Leary cleared her throat, and everyone turned their attention back to her.

“As much as I like the enthusiasm for working together, I’m afraid you don’t get to choose your partners.” All of the friends who had previously paired up slouched in their chairs. Jared rolled his eyes and Evan laid his head on the desk in disappointment. “Sorry about that, but this project involves working with someone you don’t know.” said Mrs. O’Leary. “What even is the project?” asked Zoe Murphy, one of Jared’s acquaintances. “Well I’m glad you asked, Zoe! This project is called the Pen Pal Project.”

“What’s a pen pal?” asked another student in the front. “A pen pal is a person that you send letters to and receive letters from. I thought it’d be a great way for you all to get out of your comfort zones and make new friends.” (Y/n) sighed and stared out the window yet again.

What’s the point of having a comfort zone if you’re forced to leave it? she thought. Why can’t I just be paired with Alana or Evan or someone I know?

Mrs. O’Leary started walking around the classroom, going on about how the students had to pull a name out of a hat to choose a partner. (Y/n) watched in anticipation as Mrs. O’Leary walked closer to her area of the room. She looked at Evan as he anxiously pulled a paper out of the hat and handed it to Mrs. O’Leary. “Evan, you’re going to be with Zoe Murphy.” Evan’s face darkened as Zoe sent him a small smile. “Oh great…” she heard him whisper as the teacher walked over to Jared. Jared ended up getting paired with the boy next to him. A few more people chose, and then it was her turn.

(Y/n) was extremely nervous as she reached into the hat, swirling her hand around before grabbing a slip of paper. She passed it to Mrs. O’Leary who read it aloud. “(Y/n), you’ll be paired with Connor Murphy.” (Y/n) panicked slightly as she scanned the room for her partner. She found him sitting in the back corner of the room with his head down. “Connor, did you hear that?” asked Mrs. O’Leary. Connor nodded, still staring at his desk. “Yeah, I heard you.” he said, finally looking up from the desk and at (y/n). She sent a small wave towards Connor, but he just scoffed and looked away again.

(Y/n) glared at Connor and slouched back in her seat. What was his problem? She was just trying to be friendly. She had seen Connor before, mainly just briefly when walking down the hall. She’s never had an actual conversation with him before. But she guessed that would have to change. (Y/n)’s phone buzzed, indicating she’d received a message. She looked down at her phone, seeing that the message was from Evan in the group chat.

Evan: Hey, I’m sorry you got paired up with Connor

(Y/n): Why’re you apologizing?

Jared: Cuz, Connor’s not a good kid. Like, he’s pretty messed up

(Y/n): What do you mean?

Evan: Rumors

Jared: Rumors that are backed with facts. He’s a druggie

Evan: He just smokes pot!

(Y/n): You can’t base your opinions on someone based on rumors! He may be a good kid, just…

Evan: Misunderstood?

(Y/n): Exactly! He can’t be that bad

Jared: Just be careful, okay, (Y/n)? I don’t trust him more than I can throw him

Evan: And Jared can’t throw very far

Jared: Hey!

(Y/n): I’m gonna prove to you guys that he’s not a bad person

Evan: You can try

Just as (Y/n) was about to respond, the bell signaling the end of fourth period. Almost everyone grabbed their bags and rushed out, leaving only Evan, Connor, and (Y/n) behind. Evan gave her a hug and whispered a quick good luck, before following after Jared. (Y/n) turned to Connor, who was taking his time in picking up. “Hey, so, uh, I was wondering if maybe we could…” Connor raised his eyebrow. “You gonna continue, or?” (Y/n)’s face heated up yet again. “Yeah, of course, uh. I was wondering if we could exchange information so we can send letters- for the project, I mean.” Connor sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “And why would I want to do that?” he asked. “Well,” she stuttered, “I just thought-”  

“Yea, you thought.” He muttered, and pushed past her, heading for the door. In a moment of panic, she grabbed his arm, rolled up his sleeve, and began writing her information down. Conner held still until she was done, but the moment the last letter was on his skin, he tore his arm away, and left without another word.

With a sigh, she made her way to the cafeteria. After getting her food, she sat down at her regular table, consisting of Evan, Jared, Alana, and a few other people scattered around. “Hey, (Y/n)! How’d it go?” asked Evan. (Y/n) shrugged as she bit into her apple. “I asked if he wanted to exchange information. He just sorta walked away.” Jared tilted his head. “Couldn’t he have just written his address down on a piece of paper? What’s so hard about that?” Yet again, (Y/n) shrugged. “He could have. But he didn’t.”

“So he was being a complete dick about it.” Jared said, more as a statement than a question. She nodded. “See, I told you he was a bad kid!” exclaimed Jared. (Y/n) punched him in the shoulder lightly. “That doesn’t mean he’s a bad kid! He’s probably just going through some stuff.” Jared looked at her, unconvinced. “You can keep trying to tell yourself that.” (Y/n) glared. “I will keep telling myself that, because I believe it’s true.” she said, finishing the rest of her lunch and dumping her tray. When she came back to the table, she saw Evan and Jared whispering to each other.

“Any juicy gossip, boys?” she said, jokingly. The boys shook their heads. “We were just talking about our partners for the project.” stated Evan. “Jared got paired with that Clancy kid from our Chemistry class, and I got stuck with Zoe.” Jared wiggled his eyebrows and Evan groaned. “Stop it, Jared. This is torture.” (Y/n) giggled. “You finally have a reason to talk to her, Evan. This is great!” Evan glared. “I could say the same for you and Connor.” Now it was her turn to glare. Evan looked past (Y/n) and smiled. “Speaking of which, there’s Connor. Walking over here, to be exact.” (Y/n) panicked and went to turn around, but Jared grabbed her shoulder. “Don’t make it obvious!” he hissed.

So (Y/n) casually (did you mean: obviously?) turned to look back. Evan was right. Connor was walking across the room, headed right towards their table. Well. Shit. Eye contact has been established.

Connor glared the whole way over. When he got to the table, he made a point to avoid looking at any of the other people.

“I’m here to return the favor.” he said quietly, and then, with a gentleness that (y/n) didn’t expect him to possess, he took her arm and began writing. Everyone at the table just stared at the two of them in confusion. Connor finished up and let go of her arm, standing back to admire his own handwriting. With a satisfied nod and no words, he walked back to his table. (Y/n) stared as he walked away, completely and utterly confused. “What,” began Jared, “was that?” (Y/n) didn’t respond, just looked down at the table with a frown. “What did he mean by ‘returning the favor’?” asked Evan. (Y/n) finally looked up. “I, uh, maybe kind of wrote my information on his arm?” she said, smiling nervously. Evan sighed, but Jared started laughing. “You- you wrote on his arm? You said he just walked away!”

“He did just walk away.” she said. “But then I decided I wasn’t going to fail this project just because he was being grumpy.” Evan nodded in understanding. “Makes sense. Speaking of which, I should probably ask Zoe for her information.” (Y/n) started giggling at this. “What?” Evan asked, blushing. “If I just got Connor’s address, and Zoe is Connor’s sister, then that means…?” (Y/n) asked. Evan blushed even more at the realization. “Then I could just ask you for the address Connor gave you.” Jared started laughing once again. Today was turning out to be a lot better than (y/n) thought.

anonymous asked:

I need relationship advice

Okay, this is a little vague (if you wanna message me directly about anything, feel free) but I’ll do my best to give you general advice!

• Communication is key. Cliché but true. If you can put your mouth where they pee but can’t tell them what’s up, then something is very wrong.

• Love is a choice, not a feeling. Feelings are fickle, they change from day to day depending on so many different things. Some days you’re gonna think the sun shines outta their ass, some days they’re going to really annoy you and that’s okay. If love was simply just based on feelings then it wouldn’t last. You have to choose your partner, every damn day.

• You’ve gotta flirt with them, even when they’re already yours, especially when they are already yours. Make them feel beautiful, special, wanted, sexy, smart, funny. Hell, when I’m 70 I still want my husband to open the door for me and slap my butt as I walk through or to leave me love notes on the kitchen counter. Don’t let love grow old.

• Make time. Make memories. You’ll regret it if you don’t.

• Make time for you too. Don’t completely live in eachother’s pockets. Spend time with your own friends and encourage that of your partner. Let one another breathe and have “me time”.

• Love doesn’t hurt. Lots of other human stuff does, but pure love by itself is the one thing that doesn’t. If it leaves you traumatised, it wasn’t love.

• Be prepared to compromise. There are 2 people in a relationship - you aren’t always going to agree.

• Be with your best friend. The person you want to tell exciting news to first; the person who you can talk to about anything; the person who you look forward to seeing the most. Friendship in a relationships is fundamental. One day, you’re going to be old and slightly more wrinkled, slightly less able to move. Your kids will be all grown up and moved out and on with their lives. You’re going to be alone with your partner and you want that person to be your very best friend.

• Cherish them. Cheer them on. Be their number 1 fan.

• Before you argue, ask yourself if it is worth it. I don’t mean “is it big enough to be important”, little things are important too. If your partner does something that’s small but hurts you, tell them calmly. You shouldn’t have to raise your voice to be heard. I’ve taught many different school classes, groups and youth groups and in all those groups, in all that time, I’ve shouted twice. Because those two times, it was a big deal and I needed to show how much of a problem it was. And because I’m not someone who raises their voice normally, I was listened to without question.

• Have fun. Don’t be like Edward and Bella in those god awful Twilight books and get so intense that you can’t have a fucking laugh.

• Honesty and loyalty are everything. If you can’t offer those, move on. They deserve better.

• Neither person in a relationship is more important than the other. You are both valid. Don’t love someone and put them first so much that you forget to love and put yourself first too.

Heartlines Part II: Sticks and Stones

Summary: Y/N was kidnapped and had no hope of being saved. Her captor, after torturing her, makes a bet with her. 
Word count: 2057
Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader, Barry Allen x Reader
WARNINGS: Swearing, abuse, death. (Still not getting how this works at all). Oh! Also! I’m not a native english speaker, so sorry for any typos or anything! Please, contact me if you spot one, I will gladly change it.
Thank you!

Part I  Part III Part IV

-It’s finally time boys!-Edward said excited as a four-year-old in Christmas Eve- Let’s get her up, up, up to the roof!
The goons, who have been torturing me along Edward for what seemed like ages, unbounded the ropes that held me and put me on my feet. I wasn’t able to stand upright and they knew it.
-You a-are gonna make me walk, are you?-I asked shivering to Edward, who was holding the camera that recorded all my torture. He laughed.
-Of course! Unless you want one of my guys to drag you?-he asked with a smile and I just sighed and braced myself for the pain that still awaited me.
Obviously, we didn’t take the elevator; instead we took the stairs of this lonely building. My legs gave up plenty of times and not once one of them helped me, so it took a while to get to the roof. However, Edward didn’t seem very bothered by that, in fact he seemed to enjoy every time I fell.

Once we were in the roof, my shivering increased since it was raining in Gotham City now and my clothes were mostly ripped from all the torture, but none of the people present cared so I just hugged myself and tried to calm myself. I kept repeating in my mind “This is going to end soon, it’s almost over” because, at this point, I just wished everything to end, to just die and end with all this suffering. In this moment, I wished to die like never before in my life; all of Edward’s emotional and physical torture had really made a number on me and I was just exhausted.

-Now dear, have a seat-Edward said offering me a very comfortable looking chair, with red plush and all, while he adjusted the camera for it to keep recording. I stumbled until I got there and plopped down on it since there was no case on refusing anything to him right now-Good girl-he praised mockingly, imitating what Bruce used to call me on the rare occasions I obeyed him. I grimaced at the memory.

“Y/N, please, sit down” he sighed tiredly. “I’m not a dog, Bruce Wayne!” however, I did sit, earning a smile from him. “Good girl” “I hate you” “I love you too, my dearest Y/N” “You better not tell Barry or Clark about me obeying you…” “Wouldn’t dream of it! After all, you are my good girl” he smiled warmly and I corresponded.

-Not going to tie me up?-I asked somewhat surprised.
-Not necessary. If you try anything, I could easily stop you since by now, moving a single finger should take a lot of effort, am I wrong?-he smiled crazily and I just sighed
-No, you’re not.
-Good! Now we can start!-he said excitedly while pulling out his phone. However, he stopped when he noticed my confused look- Oh! Let me explain you, sweetheart. What kind of host would I be if I didn’t? You see, you’re obviously in danger and because of your fantastic belief of no one coming; I had the incredible idea of making a bet against you. My bet is that at least one of the superheroes will come to save you and then have our fun. But to make it fair to you, they will have to choose.
-To choose? What are their options?-I asked curiously, maybe I still had a chance of surviving this.
-For Superman, he will have to choose between saving the courageous Miss Lane and saving you, his “precious” soulmate.
-No chance there-I murmured, shaking my head. Clark would choose Lois and you don’t need to be a genius to know that Barry would choose Iris above me, because obviously, Iris was his other option. Bruce was my only hope- And Batman? What would be his choices?-I asked, hoping it was between the Joker and me; at least I had a chance there.
-Oh! For Batman it will be save you or… save the lives of five innocent people we picked up randomly!-his laugh increased whilst my blood turned cold. That was it. I’m dead. –Don’t be so pessimistic, honey!- he said after I apparently said my thoughts out loud- There’s still The Flash, don’t you wanna know what his options are?
-Let me guess-I grunted- Iris and me? Really, if you wanted to make him come, you should’ve picked anyone but Iris.
-Oh, but where is the fun on that? I bet that at least one of them will come; maybe Superman or Flash-he snickered.
-Ha!-I snorted- My best chance was Batman! Nonetheless, he is selfless so he won’t come and risk five innocent lives. I’ve always respected and appreciated that about him. So, all of my chances are gone, you can end this now and get me off the building.
-Not so fast, missy. What about the other two? You don’t believe in-he giggled uncontrollably for a few seconds, and when he was able to control it he continued- “their eternal love”? Not even a little to make a bet?
-No, I don’t and neither do you. I mean, you do remember all the psychological torture, don’t you?-I sassed. Because seeing as this were my last moments, at least I wanted to have a bit of self-respect left, and that includes keep being my sassy self-  Anyway, we’ll do this you way. We’ll make a bet.
-Fantastic! You already know what I bet on
-And you know what I’m betting on, so what’s the prize?-I asked crossing my arms, trying to ignore my continuous shivering.
-Prize? Well… if you win, you’ll have the satisfaction of knowing you were right-he laughed- and let’s not forget! You also die. If I win, then the same is for me… without me dying, but you’ll die one way or another, so…-he shrugged- what could you possibly want?
-Mercy for my brother-I answered- If… if I win, then you will cut the video for my brother and only send him my goodbye.
-You want me to edit the video for your brother? Not for the Justice League?-he smiled
-The Justice League can deal with torturing, my brother can’t. So, do whatever you want to the video for the Justice League, I don’t really care
-And if I win?
-Then you’ll do as you planned on the beginning, you’ll send the complete video to both of them-I said while praying he accepted the deal. I didn’t wanted to make my brother suffer more… while for the Justice League, I was sorry for Diana, Oliver and Arthur, they would probably be sorry or even guilty for what happened to me… however, I can’t do anything about it.
-Hmmm… it’s a deal sweetheart-he said as he stretched his hand to me and I took it.
-Well then… what are we waiting for, now?-I asked while peeking at how high this building was. I’ve already guessed from the stairs that this was, at least, a five story building. However, looking down, it seemed that these were eight stories, minimum.
-Now that everything is settled, nothing. I just have to make the calls for your boyfriends to tell them their options and how much time they have to decide. Oh! And also, to tell them that your other partners have the same though decision to make-he cracked while he typed something on his phone.

I heard him make the calls. First, it was Bruce: he was calm and collected, probably trying to trace where the call was coming from, but Edward was smarter than that. He explained himself clearly without stopping for Bruce to answer and made perfectly clear that, if there was any sign of him trying to save me or get near the address he would later send, then the hostages would be killed.
After that, was Clark’s turn: he seemed angry with the news and started pressuring Edward to tell him where I was, but then he mentioned Lois was in danger and he just lost it. “You’ll have to choose, Supes. Lois or Y/N, you only have time to reach one of them… oh! And just to be fair, let me tell you that Bats and speedy are in a similar situation to yours, so consider that if you don’t save her, maybe nobody will”.
At last, it was Barry: he asked where I was, but as soon as he heard “Iris” he forgot about me and was desperate hearing the instructions, I could hear something similar to “I’ll save them both” but I knew he couldn’t, wouldn’t be able to do so. Edward knew that too and so just laughed.

Less than a minute passed since he hanged up on Barry and an alarm sounded.
-Time’s up!-Edward cheered while getting closer to me; I just stared at him until he was centimeters away from me- Seems that you will win this bet, honey. But before we see that, let me tell you something funny, yeah? Okay so… the funny thing is that neither Lois nor Iris nor innocent people are in danger right now. It was all a lie! Just to see who would your partners choose and… they didn’t choose you! They left you to die for nothing! So, do me a favor and while you fall, think of that, okay? They left you die for nothing!-he shouted again while pushing me of the roof. I couldn’t maintain my balance and fell.

I fell and uselessly tried to hold onto something while I felt the wind and in my mind the words from Edward repeated “They left you die for nothing! For nothing!” again and again. It was like echo in my head and, when the memories of them crossed my mind, I couldn’t hear anything but those words.
Just before I touched the ground, I accepted them… because they were true. Then I closed my eyes and just waited.

Then there was nothing.

Edward saw you land on the floor and then blood starting to pour out.
-Huh… who would have thought?-he shrugged and then ordered his goons to go for your corpse, seeing as none of the superheroes were coming for it. He set the camera off and started editing the video for your brother; after all, he was a man of word. Once that was ready, he sent it to your brother and then sent the unedited version to the Justice League. Oh! How he wished he could see the faces of his new playmates when they saw this masterpiece.
He heard his goons come over. Now he would just set your body in flames, the perfect finale! However, the Justice League would miss it, since they didn’t follow his plans they deserved the punishment of not knowing what happened to your body. He was about to yell to his guys to bring you over so he could go home (because, jeesh, it sure was raining!) when something hit him on the back of the head, making him go down.
Someone went for him to take him to justice, while others inspected the place and found you. They decided to take you too.

Hall of Justice:

Diana was just entering the Hall of Justice when the computer notified her of something important that required the Leagues’ attention. She figured she would see it first and then call the team if necessary. It was a video, she noticed, so she pressed play and immediately confronted an image of you bound to a chair, unconscious.


Worried as hell, Diana made the computer verify its contents, resulting on them being real not a fake. So, she immediately called the Justice League members:

-Everyone, hear me out. This is an emergency! Please, we need to help Y/N!-she yelled into the communicator and hoped that everyone hurried up.  While she waited, she anxiously tried to localize where this video was sent from and, once the computer was left to do that, she played the video forward. She could see the torture parts, but kept pressing forward, wanting to see the end of it. Maybe it was a threat? Maybe the kidnapers wanted something in exchange for your life? She paused when you plopped down on a red chair, and started to watch it, tapping anxiously the table and hoping that this video ended on some request and not your death.

Pacify Her

Theo Raeken x Werewolf!Reader

A/N: Based off of Melanie Martinez’s Pacify her! Love her so much <3 Enjoyyyy! Also, I kinda made Tracy a bitch :/.


Word Count: 1,037

WARNINGS: Swearing.

Credit to the owner of the gif x.

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