james' eyes are so gorgeous. i could stare at them all day

Why does everything turn into wolfstar smut?

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  • Maybe some time around the age of 16 Remus’s transformations stop leaving him weak and hollow
  • In fact, they start to have the opposite effect 
  • Not that Remus notices; as usual his brilliant mind is always quietly occupied
  • But Sirius notices
  • Merlin Sirius notices
  • It starts with his shoulders, he can’t help but eye the way they sit a little broader when Remus stands up straight 
  • Then it’s his forearms, Sirius can see the tendons stand out a little when Remus lies on the sofa and holds his book above his head. 
  • After the next full moon, it’s his biceps - they start pushing against his shirt when he leans over his potions essay, and Sirius’s mouth all but drops to the floor
  • Suddenly it’s hard to be around Remus, literally, without feeling a tightness growing in his trousers
  • The boys sit opposite each other in the library for hours, an endless pile of homework and exam prep leaving them caught in a dizzying cycle of work, eat, sleep
  • They all need some relief, but fuck Sirius needs a very specific kind of relief
  • Exams are so close, and he has to focus, but just a look at Remus could flick a switch in his body
  • Even his hands, somehow his hands look bigger, stronger
  • Sirius starts biting down hard on his lip each time his eyes drift to his boyfriend in class, or the library, or the common room (okay, just about everywhere)
  • But after half a day his bottom lip becomes red and puffy
  • Instead Sirius finds himself disappearing to the toilets to splash cold water on his face more often than he’d like to admit
  • When Remus’s arm winds protectively around him as they walk down a busy corridor, he has to bite back a whine
  • And when Remus strolls out of the shower one morning, a towel slung low around his hips, Sirius just sits and stares 
  • Because his chest, Christ his chest has transformed
  • And it was all Sirius could do not to go over there and beg Remus to deal with his painfully hard arousal, right there in front of James and Peter
  • And when Remus caught him, eyes roving greedily across his bare skin and freshly tousled hair, he just stared right back and winked
  • Sirius rolled over in bed and bit down so hard on his pillow he could have torn it apart
  • This day was particularly torturous, and it didn’t help that the summer heat had Remus loosening the top few buttons of his shirt
  • Or that, in transfiguration, his hand had been resting high on Sirius’s thigh the whole time Frank was explaining petrification. 
  • Or that, as they walked to the library, Remus slid Sirius’s bag from his shoulder and slung it easily across his own, winding an arm around his waist 
  • By time they sat down Sirius was almost at breaking point, his frustration had his heart beating overtime and his head cloudy 
  • He cast his eyes down, trying desperately to ignore his boyfriend’s newly broadened shoulders, or his tight, hard chest
  • Or the way his arms looked when he stretched out like that, fuck
  • Sirius’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood up, muttering half an excuse about the bathroom 
  • He didn’t feel connected to his feet as they carried him through the library, eyebrows furrowed and head fuzzy
  • He didn’t notice Remus until his fingers were locked around his wrists, and his whole body tugged sideways
  • Sirius’s soft moan of surprise was muffled by Remus’s lips, which collided with his before he could even gather his surroundings
  • Remus’s hand travelled to Sirius’s neck, his thumb pressing gently into the soft skin, while his other grasped at his hips
  • Sirius thought his legs would give way at any moment 
  • Just as abruptly as it began, Remus drew away, focusing his burning eyes on Sirius
  • “You keep disappearing.” He murmured “And you won’t look at me.”
  • He pressed a thumb to Sirius’s puffy bottom lip “You’re not telling me something Sirius.”
  • Again, Remus’s hand slid back to Sirius’s neck, a gentle pressure aiding the fuzzy euphoria Sirius felt at his touch
  • Tell me.” He growled. 
  • When his face blurred back into view, an almost delirious Sirius saw Remus’s expression harden
  • “I can take it.” He said, lowly
  • Sirius frowned, still breathless, resisting the urge to buck his hips into Remus’s warm, gorgeous body 
  • “It’s you.” He murmured, looking down
  • Suddenly, inexplicably, he felt ashamed
  • “You’ve changed and I can’t - I can’t cope. It’s not that I didn’t like you before, I love you whatever you - what ever you look like - and you were always gorgeous, but now you’re just, you’re just kind of perfect and it’s just” Remus’s proximity making Sirius almost incoherent.
  • “…it’s just your shoulders got bigger, and your arms, and I can’t stop, I can’t focus and I know you just want to work and there’s no time for it so I was trying not to bother you but fuck Remus.”
  • “What?” Remus’s hand tilted Sirius’s chin up, forcing him to meet his confused gaze. 
  • Sirius shuttered under his boyfriend’s newly bulky frame
  • “You’re not…” Remus frowned. “I thought you liked someone else.”
  • Sirius nearly choked. “What?” He spluttered.  
  • “Remus” He snapped, taking control and pushing himself closer to the boy. “I can’t focus on anything but you. I can’t study, I can’t sleep, I can’t look at you in class without…” Sirius groaned and pushed his hips against Remus, using his hard arousal to illustrate his point. 
  • Sirius pressed frantic kisses into to the soft skin on Remus’s neck. “And when you came out of the shower today…”
  • Sirius’s sentence ended in a gasp as his back hit a smooth, cool wall. Remus’s warm mouth was at his neck, his hands pressing down his sides, their bodies flush against each other
  • “Why didn’t you tell me?” Remus growled. “Why didn’t you let me help you?”
  • Sirius only moaned in response as Remus’s thigh found its way between his legs, pressing teasingly against him
  • “Sirius.” Remus growled again. “Why?”
  • “You were…busy.” Sirius groaned, feeling Remus grip his chin. 
  • “Look at me.” Remus ordered, his eyes burning. “I am never too busy for you, Sirius Black.”
  • Sirius looked at his boyfriend, panting. His hips bucked into Remus, and he tried to connect their lips again, but he felt a strong hand push him back, denying him.
  • “Now, say it back to me.” Ordered Remus. “I’m never too busy to fuck you, say it back.”
  • Sirius shuttered, Remus telling him what to do was just, fuck
  • “You’re never too busy to fuck me.” Sirius’s need was turning his voice into a desperate whine, but Remus didn’t move.
  • His eyes burned into Sirius’s, and his voice was low and threatening. “Next time you need me, you’re going to tell me, okay? You’re going to say: ‘Remus, I need you to fuck me now.’ And I’m then going to fuck you, okay?” 
  • Sirius’s eyes almost rolled upwards, his whole body was trembling.
  • “Remus,” Sirius managed to whisper, somewhat calmly. “I need you to fuck me now.”
  • Sirius shuttered as he felt Remus grip the back of his thighs, easily lifting Sirius up and pressing him against the wall, his legs now hooked around his waist.
  • “Good boy.” Remus whispered.
Beggin' For Thread (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! ❤

A/N: To the lovely anon that requested this brilliant idea!! I loved writing this because boxers in general are super comfy and look hell sexy, too. Especially on Bucky Barnes! :D Hope you guys like it!! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤

Beggin’ For Thread: Reader steals some of Bucky’s boxers during laundry day. But when he goes to her for comfort from a thunderstorm he gets a surprise.

 Warnings: Sex (M/F). Hurt/Comfort. Angst. 

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okay J, now that the writers queerbaited the fuck outta us, it's time for you to work your magic and give us a longer version of the "belated valentine's day prom". PLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEEE

A continuation of this – http://queergirlwriting.tumblr.com/post/157525909609/man-i-would-fucking-love-to-get-a-scene-where-kara

She calls it a pet peeve. But it’s not.

It’s a trauma.

She calls it a pet peeve. But it’s not.

It’s a need.

It’s a need because she was fourteen and high school was amazing because Eliza held her hand and Eliza snuck her dad’s cigarettes down from the house and they crawled into the bathroom of the basement and giggled, their lips so close – Eliza’s lips looking so soft – as they blew the smoke out of the small vent so Eliza’s parents wouldn’t catch them.

But it wasn’t the smoke that Eliza’s parents caught.

It was the card.

The card, the card, the card.

The fucking valentine’s day card.

The betrayal that ended everything.

Because her father called her downstairs with the phone still in his hand and her father smacked her across the face with the back of that hand and her father gave her ten minutes to pack her things and to get out of his house and to never come back because she is filthy and she is ungrateful and she is selfish and she is wrong, and her mother cried but her mother didn’t stop him, and her face stung and her heart stung worse and her hands trembled but her face stayed dry because she would never give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her break for being who she is.

She calls it a pet peeve. Needing to be heard.

Because Eliza didn’t hear her. Her father didn’t hear her. None of her exes had ever heard her.

She calls it a pet peeve because no one has ever loved her enough to let her call it trauma.

Until Alex Danvers, that is.

Because she leaves Alex a card: she leaves Alex a card, and Alex will not give it to her parents. She gives Alex a card, and Alex will do nothing but love her back.

Or she hopes.

She’s probably stupid for hoping. But she hopes anyway.

James and J’onn help her with the set-up, and Winn whips together the dress at the last minute before running off on his own valentine’s excursion. James kisses her cheek before he leaves, as 8 o’clock approaches, and J’onn puts a hand on her shoulder.

“Alex cares for you, Maggie. Just as you are. Let her hold you up when you need it. You deserve that. You do. I promise.”

She gulps and she nods and J’onn squeezes her shoulder.

“He’s right, Maggie,” James tells her before giving the room one last glance. “It looks beautiful. And so do you.”

Maggie grimaces a smile at them, and they understand that she’s too nervous to speak, that she’s too terrified to move. They smile at her before they leave, and she hangs onto the hope that these people, these beautiful people, will still love her after tonight.

She doesn’t know how long she waits for Alex, because she can’t think. She can’t do anything but try to swallow her panic, surrounded by red helium balloons and candlelight and all the things that reminded her of the bruise her father left on her face and the welts he left on her heart.

She can’t do anything but try to focus on Alex, Alex, Alex. On hoping that Alex will be different.

This is a relationship, Alex had insisted. And it’s that statement, Alex fighting for her, for them, that is keeping Maggie holding on.

“Wow, you’re breathtaking,” she says when Alex walks in, because god, god, god, she is.

“Maggie, what is all this?”

Alex’s voice trembles slightly as she asks, and somehow, that warms the protective steel around Maggie’s heart. She smiles slightly, her voice softer now.

“It’s your belated Valentine’s Day prom.” She reaches for the corsage and sends James a silent thank you for running to the florist and picking up exactly what Maggie had described.

“May I?” she asks, and her body tingles with relief as her fingertips touch Alex’s wrist.

Alex exhales hard, exhales shakily, and steps around Maggie, and the back of the dress – god, thank you, Winn Schott – takes Maggie’s breath away. Again.

“I’m sorry. So sorry. I was too busy nursing my own wounds, and I forgot to look at the gorgeous woman in front of me and consider her feelings. You deserved all of this, as a girl. The pomp and the fuss. And you deserve an amazing romance with a woman who is absolutely crazy about you.”

She tilts her head and she stares up at Alex, because Alex is perfection, and Alex’s hands are warm in hers, and Alex makes the color red on Valentine’s Day a little less terrible, a little less traumatic.

But Alex is shaking her head and Alex is reaching her fingers up to run them through Maggie’s hair, to stroke her cheeks, to fuss with her blazer’s collar.

Maggie’s heart sinks and she starts panicking, she starts hyperventilating, but then Alex is talking, and Maggie wants to cry for an entirely different reason.

“Maggie, I… you deserve this. The pomp and the fuss. An amazing romance with a woman who is absolutely crazy about you. And I’m absolutely crazy about you. And that… that means… Maggie, that means you don’t have to make it all about me, all the time. I love that you… I love that you thought about me, I love that you did all this, but Maggie, you…”

She stops and she stares down at Maggie’s wet eyes for a long moment, and there’s nothing but unguarded love in her eyes, and no one has ever existed but the two of them.

“You have nothing to apologize for. You didn’t do anything wrong. Maggie, I… I heard you. I heard everything you said. And because I heard you, I… I don’t want you to just shove all that back down to make everything about me. Again. You did it while I was coming out, and I get it, and you’re so sweet, Maggie, but I don’t… I don’t want you putting yourself second for me, not anymore. I don’t want you burying your pain, your… trauma, Maggie, you were a child, that was traumatic, I… I want you, Maggie.”

She brings her fingers to a lips and kisses them, one by one, slowly, deliberately, all while keeping her eyes locked in Maggie’s, before she continues.

“All of you. And this is beautiful, this is amazing, but Maggie, I want you to feel able to just… to vent, and to scream, and to lose your cool, to cry. With me. Because I want you, Maggie, I care about you, not… not just what you can do for me. You letting me in, you letting me care for you, letting me comfort you? That’s the greatest gift you could ever give me, Maggie. You… you letting me love you.”

Alex stumbles to a halt and Maggie’s breath hitches as they both realize what Alex said, as they both lose themselves in each other’s eyes, in each other’s hands, in each other’s hearts.

“Danvers, you – Alex, I – “

Alex shakes her head with closed eyes. “You don’t have to say anything. I just… I want you to know that you’re cared for. That you’re safe. That you’re allowed to put yourself first, that I want you to put yourself first. That you have absolutely nothing to apologize for. That you’re perfect. That I l…”

She stares down at Maggie’s wide eyes and she licks her lips and she is Alex Danvers, dammit, so she dives.

“That I love you. Maggie Sawyer. All of you. And I just want you to let me love you, let me care for you, let me be here for you. Let me love you.”

Maggie takes one breath, and then another, and then one word escapes her lips.

The only word that matters in the entire multiverse.

Alex.”

And her hands are on the small of Alex’s bare back and Alex’s hands are tangling in her hair, cupping her face, her thumbs swiping across her cheeks, and Alex’s lips are soft and Alex’s lips are healing and Alex’s lips are heaven, and she’s never cried while she kissed anyone, she’s never cried in front of anyone without running out the door before the first tear could fall, but she’s crying now, and Alex is catching her tears with her thumbs and kissing them away with her lips, but Maggie doesn’t want Alex’s lips on her cheeks, her eyes – she does, she does, but later, later, because there will be a later, because Alex went to the dance with her, Alex didn’t give her note to her parents, Alex came to the dance with her and Alex is kissing her and Alex is holding her and Alex, Alex, Alex  – Maggie just wants, right now, Alex’s lips on her own, and she shifts, and Alex knows, because Alex knows her, and Maggie’s lips are parting and Alex is slipping her tongue in her mouth gently, gently, lovingly, and Maggie sighs into their kiss and Alex echoes it and their breathe, their heartbeats, their bodies, are indistinguishable as their bodies sway to music and to swaying lights and to the rhythm of their perfect kiss.

“I love you back, Alex Danvers,” Maggie’s whispering into her lips, and the tears dripping salt onto her lips are suddenly not only her own, and she pulls back, because Alex Danvers crying is heartbreaking, and Alex Danvers crying is beautiful.

Their chests are both heaving slightly and their lips are swollen and their bodies are flush against each other and their bodies are intertwined and their eyes refuse to leave each others.

“May I have this dance?” Alex asks her breathlessly, and Maggie smiles helplessly, because she knows her life will never be the same.

Because she knows that Alex means it when she says she loves her, and god, god, god does it feel good to be loved – and to love – like this.

Misfire [Chapter 1]

Summary: The four times Bucky tries to ask you out and fails.

Warnings: couple of swear words, that’s all!

a/n: I’ve got two parts scheduled for Friday and Saturday, then the next two updates are only next week!

The Scent



Ever since you had been assigned to the world’s mightiest dorks superheroes, it had been evident to everyone that you were the light of James Buchanan Barnes’ life. 

The man practically turned into someone else around you, with soft smiles and longing stares, paired with the subtlest (not really) heart eyes. 

“Why don’t you just ask her out on a date?” Steve questioned, leaning his chin on his palm.

“I can’t just ask her out! She deserves so much more,” Bucky argued. “Plus, she’s too good for me.” His voice quietened as he proceeded to once again belittle himself.

Steve sighed. “We’ve been over this before, Buck. You’re just the same as everyone here, even Y/N. Why don’t you take a chance and ask her out? She’s just as infatuated with you as you are with her.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” Tony quipped as he strolled into the adjoined kitchen. “He basically goes mushy whenever she’s in the same room. She’s got him wrapped around her finger.”

“I am not!” Bucky protested indignantly, heat creeping up his neck.

“You kinda are,” Steve admitted, earning a glare from Bucky, which soon morphed into a look of defeat.

“How do I ask her to dinner?” He finally gave in, alternating looks between Tony and Steve.

“Why don’t you buy her flowers or something? It’s always a nice gesture,” Steve said thoughtfully as Bucky’s ears perked up. 

“Maybe I’ll do that. Thanks Steve! Fuck you Tony!” he shouted gleefully before sprinting away as the latter exclaimed a ‘Hey!’, offended.


Bucky scratched the back of his neck, stopping outside your room. His nervous, sweaty palms grasped a bouquet of flowers he thought you’d like.

He let out an exhale as he raised his fist, knocking on the door thrice before dropping his hand. 

A moment later, the door opened to reveal your radiant smile as he swallowed thickly and forced himself to give you a smile back. 

“H-hey Y/N.”

“Oh hey Bucky.” You smile widened as you opened the door a little more. You were in sweats and a t-shirt since it was your day off, and the sounds of a movie played from your room.

“I, uh, I brought you some flowers,” he stammered, pushing his wrist forward as you caught sight of the beautiful bunch.

“They’re gorgeous!” you exclaimed, letting go of the door to accept them. As your fingers brushed against his for less than a second, Bucky could swear he felt electricity jolt up his arm.

“Do you like them?” he asked anxiously, his hands making its way to the back of his neck again in a fit of nerves.

“I love them.” You grinned, taking a big whiff of them, inhaling the scent.

“That’s good.” He laughed nervously, stalling the conversation.

“Not that these aren’t lovely or anything, but why’d you suddenly bring me these?” you asked, frowning when your nose twitched uncomfortably. That’s new.

“I, um, I thought that you’d like them and, uh,-” He tried desperately to just throw it out there, but was suddenly interrupted by a large sneeze.

You rubbed your nose as you sniffed, looking at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I thought that maybe, uh, maybe you’d-” 

Achoo!” 

His eyebrows shot up in surprise as you looked annoyed.

“I’m sure I haven’t caught a cold, I don’t know why I’m sneezing. I’m so sorry Bucky, go on.” You felt terrible for interrupting him again, but that didn’t stop you from sneezing again.

And again.

And again.

“Are you okay?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed together in concern.

“I don’t know what’s going on- achoo!” You broke off your own sentence to much of your annoyance.

Bucky examined you carefully until his gaze dropped to the flowers clutched in your hands. Almost immediately his eyes widened in horror.

You followed his stare until you looked at the bouquet, realisation dawning on you. “Oh.”

“Are you… are you allergic to flowers?” he asked in shock, feeling immensely guilty.

“Not that I know of- achoo!” You wanted to jump off a cliff. “I guess it’s only this type. I’ve never seen them before.”

“Oh God, I’m- I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t know-” ‘Shit, shit, shit, shit’ was the only thing running through his head at that moment. How does one royally fuck up flowers?!

“You didn’t know, how is it your fault? Even I didn’t know.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his horrified expression, cutting your sentence off with another sneeze.

“Sh-should I get you you something, like a tablet or soup or something?” The poor guy didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t ask you out after giving you an allergy you didn’t even know about!

“I’ll be fine.” You giggled, rubbing your nose. 

“Should I take them away?” He gestured awkwardly to the flowers, not knowing how to be helpful.

“As much as I don’t want to part with them, I think you should.” You stretched them back to him as he took it with a drop of his shoulders, jumping when you sneezed again.

“Thank you though, Bucky. They’re really beautiful.” You tried to make him feel better about his unfortunate situation.

“I’lll leave you alone now. I hope you feel better soon, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” He smiled wearily back at you as he turned on his heel, trudging away disappointedly.

“She rejected you?” Tony blabbered with a mouth full of apple.

“I gave her a fucking allergy,” he said miserably making Tony choke on his food as he gasped for air.

“How’d you manage to fuck up flowers?”

“I have no idea.”

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Can’t Remember to Forget You | iv

Summary: When you almost die in battle, a distraught Bucky - afraid of what will become of him if he loses you - decides to end things. But what happens when he loses his memory, only to end up falling in love with you all over again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,147

Warnings: Language, Angst

A/N: Hopefully this chapter doesn’t hurt too much - I personally recommend listening to Helium by Sia + Song Cry by August Alsina while reading this (mainly b/c they’re the two songs that I listened to while writing this) // also big s/o to my wife Blade, just because I love her and am eternally grateful for her in my life || crtfy masterlist

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 6 ❤️

A/N: Omg you guys are gonna hate me! *cries hysterically* This was so hard to write because of major feels, but i promise it’ll get better! Borky is a good dude ok and he will make it all better lol. I hope y’all like it! Enjoy! - Delilah  ❤️

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Major feels. Get a tissue, you’re gonna need it. 

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Model Behavior

Summary: Jack is getting ready to do a photo shoot for Alicia’s friend.  Bitty comes along to keep him company, when Bitty suddenly becomes the model. Jack’s reaction to the photo is… interesting.  A quick little ficlet which takes place during Jack’s senior year.  Also on AO3


Jack hated photo shoots. Absolutely hated them, but Alicia had a favor called in and he found himself in a position of not being able to say no. And so, begrudgingly, Jack Zimmermann was on his way to Boston for a one-day shoot.

“Like an actual shoot shoot?” Bitty asked wide-eyed as he told him about it over some ginger peach pie the evening before.

“Yeah. It’s for some clothing line. They’re going to dress me up like a puppet and then I have to stand there, and smile like an idiot.”

“I dunno, it sounds so fun to me. I’d love to model!” Bitty said then sighed, “Alas, I am vertically challenged.”

“Euh… do you want to come with me?” Jack asked pushing his pie around the plate with his fork.

“Really? And like watch?!” Bitty practically bounced off his seat.

“I guess so, Bittle. Don’t make me take it back.”

“No! I’ll behave. I promise! It’s going to be so much fun.”

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What Happens In Vegas: Part 15

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

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A/N: SO sorry this took so long. I was procrastinating big time and also life got in my way. There’s only one part left after this and an epilogue, so I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 2,184
(I know this is not a drab, and this is the longest part to date :O)

Warnings:
- language.

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*gif is not mine.

Bucky was sleeping peacefully beside you the next morning, after spending hours the night before trying to get him to fall asleep. His nerves were getting the best of him, and rightfully so. You’d spent most of the night coming up with a court summons for Peggy, so that you could finally find out whom Charlotte’s true father was. You pushed his hair off of his forehead and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The love you had for him swelled in your chest and, in that moment, you vowed to find the truth for him, to give him inner peace. Even though this was his own personal struggle, it would bring peace to you and your relationship with him as well. Maybe, just maybe, it would also mend his and Steve’s lifelong friendship.

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P.S. I Love You- A Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: I know, I know, two imagines in one night? Anyways, this is a little something that I decided to work on and post tonight in dedication to @goblackhatwithme . I hope you enjoy it, Renee! There are probably many mistakes in this so I am sorry but I wanted to get this posted tonight. This also has nothing to do with the film “P.S. I Love You,” but I thought it was a cute title. Hope you all enjoy!

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It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. You were in the boys’ dormitory, lounging on Sirius’ bed and waiting for him to get out of the shower. You sighed in slight annoyance as you knew it was going to be a while. He was always so keen on using the “finest muggle products for his precious hair” and cursed Lily and yourself for showing them to him in the first place.

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All that Jazz - Sirius Black x Reader (smut)

[Request: Hi could I request a Sirius imagine where reader and Sirius have an argument and like hanging out with the Marauders becomes awkward as the two make sarcastic remarks and stuff. But after a few days there’s too much tension and make up smut (quite rough) but the Marauders walk in and are like ‘well I guess you guys made up then’ xxx
Warnings: SMUT/ kink/ my English/not that great? Idk!
I don’t own the gifs/ Credits to their original owners. Also, thank you @ra-veela-claw  for the gentle push!
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You were struggling to study and remain calm at the same time because, in all honesty, all you wanted to do was flip the damn table over and burn your notes. It was soul sucking. Merlin knows how long you have been studying. You have been studying for hours upon hours. You weren’t that studious usually and you would prefer to be with your boyfriend but alas! N.E.W.T.S. 

“You’ve been studying all the day. And yesterday. And the day before. I missed you” Sirius said while he played with a strand of your hair affectionately
“I know, love. I just need to study for the exams. It’s not like I can fail” you said while you tucked the strand he was playing with behind your ear. He was pouting.
“Come on! Let’s do something fun! I feel abandoned” he murmured while he started pecking your neck. You let out a heavy breath. You can’t give up now. It’s only one more chapter after all!
“Cut it out Siri” you pulled away from his kisses. You wouldn’t be able to resist him any longer if he kept doing that.
“Jeez, woman!” he said mocking you. You really didn’t need that kind of attitude right now.
“Stop it! I need to study. You may not care about your future, but I do. So leave me the fuck alone!” you snapped at him. You weren’t really that mad but it came out that way. Truth is, you were bottling things up. Like how he didn’t care about the exams or anything, that is. He seemed to be so laid back and chilled out when you were studying your ass off and still- you hadn’t even finished one book.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he spat cruelly at you, causing your mind to shut down. With you? What was wrong with him?
“I am not the one who doesn’t give a flying fuck about anything. I want to do something with my life. I don’t want to waste it away because I was so stupid to throw every chance out of the window. I have goals and aspirations”. You were yelling at him by now. You just didn’t understand how someone could throw his life away to have fun. Fun. How fun will it be when he can’t even find a job?
“Screw this” he yelled at you, venom spreading through his words into your blood. He just stood up and left. And took all of the air with him. For a while, you felt numb and you tried to regain focus. Nothing seemed to work and soon tears were streaming down your face, sobs echoing around you, silent at first, deafening after a while.
You grabbed the books and threw them at the wall while ripping your notes apart and creating a chaos.  
Great.
Lily marched in. Your legs gave away and you crashed the floor.
Perfect.

Dinner was… Heartbreaking. You were sitting alongside the girls. They were talking about the next Hogsmeade trip and how beneficial a day off would be. You wouldn’t dare to look up because he was sitting there with his friends, laughing and girls were right beside him. Too many girls. Not you. You were mad and sad and mad. You literally wanted to scream at them that he was yours… but was he? The only thing you wanted to do after the argument was to apologize to him because you just didn’t mean it. You didn’t want to yell at him. He wasn’t the problem. The exam thing was just too overwhelming and you… Oh, great you thought to yourself. Here they come. They sat right across you. You had to keep your posture.
“Lily-pad! How is it you look so ravishing every day?” James flirted. Lily just rolled her eyes and offered him a forced smile.
“We are already dating James” she simply stated. Yeah, like that would do it. The guy never stopped flirting with her.
“At least she isn’t screwing you over studying”. He didn’t. Your mouth agape. Fine, two can play this game.
“I’m not listening, but keep talking. I enjoy the way your voice makes my ears bleed” you said sarcastically, making eye contact with him for the first time. He raised an eyebrow.
“I’d agree with you but then we’d both be wrong” he returned. You felt like punching him straight in the face.
“Are you always this retarded or are you making a special effort today?”. Who would have guessed that you could go this cocky?
“If it looks like I give a damn, please tell me. I don’t want to give off the wrong impression” he continued. You rose from your seat. You wanted to scream and punch and kick the hell out of him.
“I’d insult you, but the sad truth is that you wouldn’t understand and if I tried to explain it to you, your brain might implode from information overload” you spat at him. You were glaring daggers at each other. Every student was staring at you two. Your friends were trying to distract you from each other but every attempt failed.
“Why are you here?” he growled. You faked an innocent smile and batted your eyelashes.
“Wow, you sound better with your mouth closed” you answered too sweetly. You walked away from your friends and made your way towards the exit. What you couldn’t realize though was that even though you were furious at him, you actually found him so damn hot.

The same scene was playing on repeat. Every time you two were in the same room, doing as much as breathing the same air, the world would stop spinning and sarcastic, mean even, remarks would be exchanged. Your friends tried to reason both of you but nothing could change the fact that he was an ass to you and that you were an ass to him.
You were currently about to enter their room because Lily made you the messenger. She wanted you to tell James to meet her in the Astronomy Tower. You were fuming at your friend but you did owe her that much.
When you did enter the room, however, James wasn’t there. In fact, no one was there but the very person you wanted to slap. He was shirtless. That was a sight that never failed to make you blush. He was gorgeous and he knew it.
“You’re not that lucky and I’m not that desperate!” he exclaimed. But you’ve had enough. More than enough.
“Yes. Yes, you are” you whispered, your voice stripped from any sarcasm. It was the truth. It had been one week and two days since this crazy thing had begun. You haven’t touched each other for what seemed like, forever. You’d lie if you said that you didn’t miss his hands on your body, his lips on your face.
You took a few steps closer. You could feel the heat that his body radiated.
“And Merlin knows, I am” you breathed out, inches away. Your hot breath fell on his lips, sending shivers down his spine.
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150+ Celebration Smut!

A/N: It’s here! Finally! I wrote this to celebrate reaching over 150 followers! I just wanna thank each and every one of you. I love y’all so much!! This isn’t my first smut, but this IS my first good smut lol. Thank you all so much for reading. I wanna give a special thank you to @not-moose-one-shots , who has helped me so much with writing and life stuff. I wouldn’t be where I am without her. I love you girl ❤ PS if you’d like to be tagged in anything of mine please lemme know by either ask/message and I shall tag youuu! Hope you enjoy! (Feedback is always welcome and appreciated!)

Pairing: TonyxReaderxBucky (there’s no TonyxBucky)

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT LADIES AND GENTS, Threeway, fingering, oral (M&F), dirty talk, orgasm denial (?) I think that’s all


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God, you loved teasing him.

Everyday, you’d drop subtle hints to Bucky that you wanted him. But today, you kicked it up a notch. 

You started off the day by wearing a tight tank and short workout shorts. It was your day to spar off with Bucky.

“Hello, James.” You smirked, knowing what using his first name did to him.

“Y/n…” Bucky replied, clenching his jaw.

You got into position and spent the next 45 minutes sparring. Every time Bucky thought he’d had you you’d turn around and pin him down.

“What’s the matter old man? Can’t handle my moves?” You chuckle out of breath. You were straddling his legs holding his hands above his head. “C’mon, show me what you really wanna do to me.”Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat, “oh doll, you couldn’t handle what I wanna do to you.” Bucky’s voice had grown deeper with each word.

You leaned down to whisper in his ear, “oh, soldier… you underestimate me.” And with that you stood up, not before ever-so-slightly rolling your hips on his very obvious hard-on.

You smirk as you walk over to grab your stuff, hips swaying.


You push open the doors with your bag slung over your shoulder and head down the hall toward your room. Suddenly someone grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a dark room, shutting the door and slamming you against it.

“You’re such a tease” someone whispered in your ear. “I watched you get the poor man all hot and bothered then just leave him hangin high and dry.” By this point his hands were travelling all over your body, “you knew exactly what you were doing.”

You finally find the lightswitch and flip the lights on, only to find Tony staring at you with lust-blown pupils.

“T-tony? What are yo-” you’re cut off by Tony slamming his lips to yours.

“I can’t tell you… how long… I’ve wanted you… How long I’ve wanted to taste you… to feel your soft, plump lips wrapped around my cock…” I need you, y/n..” Tony whispered in a deep, husky voice between kisses.

You moan at the thoughts this man was putting in your head.”Tony, I-” suddenly the door handle was jiggling and you could hear a string of curses following. You look behind Tony and your eyes widen. He had gotten you so worked up you hadn’t realized what room he’d pulled you into.

“Who the fuck is in my room?” Bucky yelled, banging on the door.

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Picture Perfect

“I don’t need a date, I’m perfectly fine attending on my own.” Betty Cooper sighed, wiggling her freshly painted nude fingernails and smiling at her stylist in the mirror as she curled and prodded her hair to perfection.

“Of course you don’t Neeeed a date but the fact of the matter is that you have one, what you choose to do with him is entirely up to you.” Cheryl Blossom, Betty’s agent and childhood friend tapped on her cellphone, not even bothering to look up at the annoyed Oscar nominated actress.

Betty Cooper was one of the most talked about up and coming actresses of the year, after having won two emmys for her role on the Hit Tv Show “Break Away Baby” she was currently nominated for best supporting actress starring in the Romantic Drama “Never Let Me Die”. Betty had played the role of the broken hearted second choice who fell in love with her first lovers best friend, reviews had idolized her, she was a shoe in for the Oscar, everyone knew it.

“I understand that it’s good to get people talking but I don’t want to be known as the girl dating the actor.” The beautiful blonde chewed nervously on her lip, Cheryl glanced up, swatting her friends arm

“You’re going to ruin your lipstick. It’s just a date, Jughead Jones is a hit with the teen girls, they love the moody mysterious bad boy thing that he has going for him. You’re much more popular with the older audience and of course with teen boys. That Victoria’s Secret fashion show you guest walked kind of cemented your place as every boys wet dream. But none the less we want everyone to love you. It’s one Red Carpet and then you never have to see his devishly handsome face again.” Cheryl moved to grab Betty’s custom Valentino, gold beaded gown from the rack.

“Is he really good looking?” The young actress quirked a curious brow, stepping out of her robe as Cheryl smirked and helped her step into the dress.

“You know I don’t swing that way but girl, he is something fine for sure.”

Betty giggled as three men zipped her into the stunning gown and she stepped into her heels. She sure hoped this Jughead Jones was tall because she defiantly had her legs on display tonight.

“We have very different tastes Cheryl.” Betty turned away from the mirror and made her way to the door, her entire crew following close behind.

“You’re about to find out, he’s waiting downstairs. Alright gang, let’s go win us an Oscar.” Cheryl lifted her arms over head and the entire room erupted in cheers and “goodlucks!”

Betty blushed Scarlet as she said her Thankyou’s and made her way into the elevator.

“They’re all gonna be so disappointed if I don’t win this.” She sighed, fingers nails tapping on her palms. As the elevator doors opened.

Cheryl flung her long red hair behind her shoulders and rolled her eyes.

“You are gonna win this. Stop doubting yourself. You look beautiful, you’ve worked so hard and you’re going to knock them all dead. Now get out there say hi to James Dean.”

Betty took a deep breath as she stood by the closed doors of her hotel building, the paparazzi and reporters were surrounding the streets, screaming fans were littering the crosswalks spilling out and holding up traffic.

Just another day in the life of Betty Cooper.

Walking outside with her head held high, She smiled, perfectly straight, shiny white teeth on full display. She loved her fans, loved that the paparazzi loved her but still it could be overwhelming. Today was one of those days, but then she saw him.

Jughead Jones was leaning against the slick black limousine, perfectly tailored Armani suit fitting just right, his jet black waves were styled purposely messy and his stormy grey eyes were staring wide at her, his mouth set in a crooked dazed smile as she approached him. He was gorgeous and the way he was looking at her was like something out of a movie.

“Hello Jughead Jones.” She smiled, standing before him with shaky hands.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her, eyes scanning her entire body from the gold sequined dress to the slit showing off her long, tan legs. He stared at her smooth 1950s starlet curls, one side of her long neck completely exposed, eventually he brought his eyes to her face, her ruby red painted lips and sparkling green eyes. After what felt like an hour but was more likely five seconds of his eyes locked on hers He seemed to snap out of it, a lazy smile grazing his lips.

“Hi, I’m guessing your Betty Cooper. I’m your date, Jughead Jones.”

Betty smiled softly
“I know I already said Hello, I think I used your name actually.” She giggled.

Jughead shook his head quickly, a blush forming on his cheeks
“Yeah, no i mean uh.. ya know.” His hand flew to the back of his neck to rub nervously.

“We should probably get going!” Betty shouted over the screaming fans “I think people are getting a little impatient.” She motioned towards the crowds rushing towards them.

Jughead was quick to lead her into the limousine, his hand burning the small of her back with his touch. When they were finally seated, squished together Jughead turned to Betty leaning over her to lock her window

“Just in case” he mumbled before turning to face her. “Congrats on the Oscar by the way, in case I forget to tell you.” He smiled, Betty’s heart nearly stopped when she caught a peek of his dimples.

“I haven’t won it yet. Lord knows I might not, I’m up against so much talent, Jennifer Lawrence is in my category, I’m kind of the low guy on the totem pole.” She giggled nervously, fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her palms.

It didn’t take longer than three minutes for Jughead to notice, his own hands shooting out to grip hers.

“Nervous tick?” He questioned, massaging the sore marks on her hands.

“How did you..?” Betty started before she was cut off by Jughead digging in his pockets and pulling out a handful of tooth picks

“I prefer to smoke cigarettes when I’m Nervous but I found out that they don’t typically let you smoke them on Red Carpets. Let’s just say I won’t be attending next years Kids Choice Awards.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

Betty snorted, smacking a hand to her mouth as she laughed at the insane boy beside her.

Jugheads grin grew even wider at her laugh

“Anyway, i chew these bad boys to keep me from sticking a cigarette between my lips. They even wrote the habit into my character “Cole”.

Betty nodded understandingly taking the toothpick he held out to her and rolling it between her palms.

“I heard you pretty much swept the Teen Choice Awards this year. I wish that I got the chance to watch atleast a little of your show before… ya know.” She motioned between the two of them.

Jughead laughed out loud, swinging an arm over her the back of the seat.

“Before we were forced into co coupling awards ceremony dating. I couldn’t even believe it when my publicist said you were gonna be my date. I mean you said it yourself. I’m Teen Choice Awards and you’re… well you’re The Oscars.”

Betty turned her body closer towards his

“Are you crazy? Everywhere I turn I see your name on some new magazine, "Jughead Jones- Heart Throb of the summer.” “Jughead Jones- top five Disney actors.” You’re kind of a big deal Jones.“ She playfully nudged him, a bump in the road nearly sending her flying into his lap, his hands clutching her waist.

"Whoa there.” He whispered, foreheads brushing, almost in slow motion both of the teen actors leaned forward.

Suddenly the window was being rolled down and Cheryl poked her head through.

“Alright you two! Who’s ready to walk the carpet as the worlds most adorable new couple?” Without another world Cheryl rolled the dividing window back up and Betty slowly pulled away, gnawing on her lip and staring nervously out the window.

She turned back around when Jughead laced his fingers through hers.

“We got this.” He smiled reassuringly, fingers squeezing hers.

Taking a deep breath Betty smiled weakly

“Ready to enter the belly of the beast?” She questioned

“You got it Betts.” He smiled back.

Damaged (Wolverine x reader)

This is my first attempt at writing something, so please leave feedback!

text between —- and written in italic is a flashback!  

ANGST & FLUFF YO

IMPORTANT! – This story is set in the time after Apocalypse and the grumpy old coot known as James Howlett is alive and kicking in this setting. I wanted to use the younger versions of the X-men, because they are the bomb dot com. PLUS: ALEX and SEAN (BANSHEE) DIDN’T DIE! I’m sorry, but my smol beans weren’t supposed to die and I won’t stand for it. 

Running.


That’s all you were doing. Running as far from the problems you had.


From the tragedies you had caused.


From the pleading voices in your head.


You weren’t going anywhere specific, just somewhere that was far enough from the place you just were. After 45 minutes of sprinting with your (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair whipping around, you sank down beside a tree in the thick forest. It was then that you let the tears fall. At first, you could only squeeze out a few, but within a few seconds you were letting the waterworks flow. You couldn’t help thinking about what had just happened.


How two men had entered your house.


How they demanded that you show your powers.


How when you couldn’t, they cuffed you to a chair and made you watch them torture your parents.


How your parents pleaded that you do something.


How you wished you could.


How your powers once again kicked in front of your parents eyes and how the men killed them with one swift pull of the trigger.


How your parents looked at you in their last moments.


With fear, but also with love. Lots of love. 


——–



Warily looking around, you sprinted downstairs into the kitchen. It was way past midnight and you had to be quiet. God knows who might be able to hear you here, especially Banshee with his supersonic hearing. Tiptoeing towards the pantry, you grabbed a packet of instant noodles, went to the kettle and filled it with cold water. You didn’t have to fear anyone hearing you or the kettle, as you could warm the water up yourself. Your mutation was pyrokenisis, which meant you could control fire and warmth. In this case, you could warm up the God-sent food called instant noodles.



You sighed and wondered why you didn’t just hang out or in this case eat with the others when they did. You reassured yourself that it must be because you had social anxiety, something you’ve had your whole life. You didn’t really like to hang out with others. You wanted to hide your past. Your experiences were something that had made you stronger, but distant from others. When Charles Xavier came to ask you to join his school, you didn’t even come out of your room for the first two weeks, until the exasperated professor forced you to.



Once your noodles were heated, you went back to your room and starting digging into the deliciousness. You thought about the lessons you attended. You were 23 already, so you didn’t have to follow any lessons, but you just did, to spike your knowledge. After all, you were running since you were 15.


At last, your thoughts landed on one specific lesson, or maybe one specific professor.


Logan Howlett.


The Wolverine.


Whilst the other teachers treated you the same as the other students, Logan saw through you and knew that you were having difficulties settling in. Maybe it was because he was very good at observing. Or maybe because you always fidgeted in every single class, barely uttered a word unless forced and didn’t even glance at the others.


After every lesson of history, Logan took you aside and made you talk. He was the only one you talked to. Who you had told about some of your past. The professor knew about what you had gone through, but you hadn’t told him. He had poked into your mind, with your permission of course.



With Logan, you felt a connection. And slowly, you grew fond of him and liked him even more.


Until those feelings blossomed into something else.


No, you thought.


You couldn’t let anyone get near you. You couldn’t let yourself love him. You had destroyed everyone you loved. You thought about your parents and Jason.


Oh Jason.


How you had fallen for him.


And how you had ruined him.




——


It was another day in the blistering summer heat. You were sitting in the grass near the canyon that lay behind a thick forest near the town. The heat didn’t bother you for some odd reason. You were going to meet Jason there. You two had been best friends for years, but recently you began developing feelings for him. You told him to meet you here so you could tell him. Who knows, maybe he felt the same way.


“Guess who (Y/N).“ You giggled as you felt Jason’s hands cover your eyes and decided to tease him a bit. “Is it ….. The Joker?” You answered, barely supressing the giggles. Jason laughed as he sat down beside you. That’s when you started sweating bullets.


“‘So, (Y/N). What did you want to tell me?” Jason looked at you with all seriousness.


Damn him.


Damn those gorgeous golden locks.


Damn those luscious pink lips, just waiting to be kissed.


“Um.. I, I think that I’m in love with you Jason. I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship in any way.” You blurted out loud. Jason stared at you incredulously. “Wha- what did you just say?” You saw a tiny smile creeping its way onto his lips.


You glared and told him not to make you repeat what you had just said. It was obviously difficult enough telling him once. Jason smiled fully now. He has the cutest dimples ever, you thought.


“That, that’s great (Y/N), because I’m in love with you too.”


Now it was your turn to look at him in disbelief, until you saw him turning his head slightly. He slowly leant in for a kiss. You placed a hand on his cheek and pressed your (Y/L/C) lips on his. This was better than any first kiss you could imagine. Your mind was focussed on one thing: Jason.


And that’s when your happy ending was ruined. Like you had screwed fate over a million times and this was payback.


You watched in horror as Jason’s body caught on fire.


You screamed till you could scream no more. Yet no one heard a thing, because the screaming was inside of your head.


You then knew that you were different and distanced yourself from everyone and vowed to never get close to someone again.


The authorities only found his charred and beyond unrecognisable body dangling off the cliff.


You were 12 then.


———



Logan looked around the classroom, waiting for someone to raise their hand. He had asked a difficult question about what the world would look like if World War I and II hadn’t happened. Hearing about these wars always hurt him a little, as he was very much alive during them. He noticed that no one was raising their hand. To be honest, it looked more like they were avoiding his gaze for some odd reason. He glanced at you and his irritated demeanour melted a little. He always had a soft spot for you and was completely unaware of the feelings you had for him.



He was looking forward to talking to you after the lesson. You had been a little distant from everyone for the past few days, if that was even possible. The lesson ended abruptly and Logan sat down at his desk. He thought you would come up to talk to him, but no. You were one of the first one’s gone from the classroom. Logan nearly growled in frustration, grabbed his books and went to find you. But to no avail, as unsurprisingly, you were nowhere to be seen. He slunk back to his classroom and replayed all the memories he had of you, all of which lead to one specific memory: the day he met you.



—–


Logan walked through the corridors until he stopped in front of the professor’s office, wanting to ask him something important. He heard the professor speaking in a low tone. That’s when Logan heard another voice replying. One he hadn’t ever heard before. Logan furrowed his brows. This, this voice. It was so beautiful and soothing. It was like he was addicted to hearing it because the next ten minutes were spent listening to you talk to the professor.

He was about to edge away when he heard a chair scraping. Well, now he had to see who the owner was of this voice. The door opened and Logan backed away a little. He didn’t want to seem like a stalker or anything. Professor X came wheeling his chair though the door and raised one brow when he saw Logan.

But The Wolverine didn’t notice him.
He only looked at you, the shy girl, standing behind the professor.
He watched your beautiful (Y/E/C) fixated on something on the ceiling.
He noticed that your (Y/H/C) hair was falling in strands in front of your face.
His gaze was fixated on you. His eyes never left until a minute later, when the professor coughed awkwardly. That was when you saw Logan for the first time. You averted your gaze from Logan and told the professor you were going to go to your new room. With that, you ran off.

Charles turned to Logan and smirked.
“Her name is (Y/N). She’s new here and has been on the run for around six years now.”
The professor said this sadly and with that he wheeled away.
Logan’s facial expression went from dreamlike to understanding. He knew the feeling of how it was to be on the run. The feeling of being scared and alone.
Logan never got to ask the professor his question.


—–

It had been a week since you walked out of Logan’s lesson without talking to him. Since then, you had only attended training and only exchanged a few short words with Charles, but nothing else. And now, you, against your will, were sitting at a table at one of Charles’ fundraising parties, watching people dance. You put on a smile and made very small talk with people who started to talk to you.
It wasn’t like the party wasn’t any fun. Well, it wasn’t any fun to you, but still. This just wasn’t your scene. You wanted to get back to your room.

At that moment a slow song started playing and you nearly laughed when you saw Beast trip-trapping on Raven’s feet and Peter getting all worked up and causing mischief because everything was oh so slow. At that moment, a tired Alex Summers sat down next to you. Just great, you thought. Now it was impossible to slip away without seeming rude.

“Hey, you’re (Y/N) right?” You nodded at Alex and forced your lips into a smile. Oh dear god, why did social anxiety have to happen to you. Alex asked a few more short questions and you answered quickly and politely. To your inner glee, Alex muttered something about getting a drink and walked away. Now was your chance. You could get back to endlessly reading books.

But that’s when you saw it.
Logan, a few feet away.
Dancing.
With Ava, a human who was working with Hank for a few weeks.
Their bodies too close in your opinion.

Jealousy flared up in you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Of course he liked her. She was beautiful, smart and not a danger to anyone. She was all the things you weren’t. Tears crept up in your eyes, but you blinked them away. You only stared at Ava with hatred.

That is, until her dress caught fire.

You reeled back, surprised by what you had done. You watched as someone extinguished the fire from her dress. Thankfully, the fire hadn’t hurt her in any way, except for her ego, which was severely burnt from the looks of it.

“You!” Ava came storming up to you and slapped you across the face.
Hard.
You flinched and brought a hand up to your cheek, which was throbbing with pain. You saw everyone turn to look at the sudden commotion. Just great, you thought. More unwanted attention.

Of course Ava came up to you and slapped you. You were the only one in the mansion (except for one of the students, who wasn’t present) who was pyrokinetic, so it was no surprise that you caused Ava’s dress to go up in flames.

“Why do you have to ruin everything? What have I ever done to you?”

You stood up and started edging back as Ava came closer. A tear escaped your eye and she laughed. “You are so weak, aren’t you? Crying like a pathetic baby. And why are you so mean? Look at what you did to me yesterday in the lab. I was just working peacefully and you had to come and shoot fire at me!”

You watched as Ava rolled up her sleeve to show a burn. A very big burn. She waved it around so everyone could see.

“I didn’t do that!” You spat in Ava’s face. At that moment, you also chanced a glance at Logan, but all you saw was disappointment in his eyes and he looked away.

It was a quick glance, but Ava saw.

“Of course you did, and now I know why, you little minx. You love Logan don’t you?” At this, Logan’s head snapped up, wanting to believe what Ava just said. The last part at least. “You just couldn’t bear to see him dancing with me. You were jealous. Well, he won’t ever love you, now that he’s seen what kind of monster you are.”

Tears were now falling freely from your eyes and you ran out of the room, bumping into Hank on the way, who you didn’t see because your vision was blurred. You ran straight to your room as Hank walked into quite a quiet and suspenseful room.

“Hank,” the professor started, “did something strange or unusual happen yesterday in the lab? You were there all day after all.” Charles Xavier didn’t believe a thing of what Ava said. He knew you and that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt someone intentionally.

Hank thought for a minute. “Oh yeah, now I remember it, Ava burnt her arm with some chemicals that she spilt. Quite a big burn, I must add. Why? Is something up?” Hank looked around, a little confused.

The professor sighed and looked at Ava with disgust. He told her to pack her bags and leave the very next day. Charles Xavier wasn’t going to have someone in the mansion that made people think badly about someone else, especially someone who had suffered so much like you had. He did smile, of course, when he saw a discreet Logan running out of the room. The professor knew then that you would be alright, in time.

—–
You were in your room, packing a small duffle bag. You couldn’t stay here any longer. There was no one left that liked you. They all hated you for hurting Ava. You packed the last of your stuff when you heard running on the stairs. You nearly jumped out of your skin and ran to your window. Looking down, you saw that there was an 8 meter gap between you and the ground.
You heaved the window open and just as you stood on the sill, the door slammed open. You saw Logan look around for a split second before resting his eyes on you. He started to slowly walk towards you, one tiny step at a time.

“You don’t have to do this (Y/N). You don’t have to run away.” You scoffed at what he said.
“I have to go Logan. Everyone hates me and I’ll never compare to Ava. She’s amazing and I’m nothing. Everyone will believe her story no matter what I say. Even you believed her. ” You pointed out the last part quite accusingly. Logan hung his head in shame. He shouldn’t have ever doubted you but he did. He beat himself up inside for ever thinking that you would hurt someone. For the first time maybe, he felt tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“We know that Ava was lying, (Y/N). Hank told us the truth about what happened a few minutes after you left. Everyone knows that you didn’t do anything. Just please, don’t go.”

You looked at Logan sadly. A part of you wanted to stay, but you knew that no one would ever like you after what had happened just 15 minutes ago. You were about to jump out of the window when you heard Logan utter six words. One of them was your name. And three of them were words which you thought you would never hear. Those three words gave you hope and made fireworks explode in your stomach.

“Please stay (Y/N), I love you.” Logan repeated, his voice was thicker than usual and it was quite obvious he was holding back the tears. Your heart ached for him and you then and there what you had chosen to do.

You turned to face Logan. He looked at you with the saddest expression you had ever seen on him. Your lip was trembling, tears were rolling down your cheeks and you muttered a small sorry, before………….

Rushing over to Logan and kissing him full on the lips. He hesitated for a moment before kissing back. You felt the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You kept kissing until you had to breathe. Logan smiled at you fondly and pulled you into a hug and held you tight as if you were his life-line. Funnily enough, he was yours.

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It had been two months since the Ava-incident. No one ever mentioned her name again and slowly, but surely, with Logan’s help, you started to open up to people around you. And you were glad you did, because you never thought that you would become best friends with Raven and Jean.
Or help Peter in his shenanigans and cause the whole mansion to be after you two, while you both laughed your asses off.
Or have wicked parties with Ororo, Alex, Scott, Sean and everyone else.
Or even join the team of X-men and help Charles Xavier protect mutants and help others.
You were grateful, because all these people had brought you out of your shell in one way or another. Hank developed a special pill which made it much, much easier for you to control your powers.
But you were at your happiest when you were with Logan. He was there for you when you had your ups and downs. You let him in and he was ever so glad you did. He hadn’t known about the Jason incident before. You told him a week after Ava left and honestly, you expected him to break off the relationship, but no. He held you close and promised that you would never hurt him. You had smiled at him and knew then and there that you would be alright, in time, just like Charles Xavier had predicted.

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.A Million Lifetimes.

 In honour of Remus Appreciation Day I have written this little (long) Young!Remus imagine. 

A/N: If you don’t like rough, Remus smut then I suggest you leave silently and sit in a corner where you have reevaluate yourself. (I’m kidding, you do you.)

Word Count: 3,121.

((This gif inspired the whole thing))

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“I Can’t Help Fallin’ In Love”

Request: Hey love :) I hope I can give you an idea for an imagine. You and buck live together in his Apartment in Bucharest and you’re really happy but he feels bad one day cause he can’t give you a better live. Then later that day you prepare something romantic and you cuddle together while you reassure him how much you love him and that you wouldn’t want another life. Sooo he feels better and you even share a Little make-out session but it’s mostly cuddling that night and just fluff? :)

Warnings: angst, then fluff, drunk driving situation

Word Count: 1877

A/N: one of four requests! hopefully this is what you wanted! i might have veered a little. i will work on the other ones this week! if you wanna be on my taglist shoot me an ask! please leave feedback. dont drive when youve been drinking. the title comes from “I Cant Help Falling In Love With You” originally by Elvis but my favorite version is by Haley Reinhart


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She moved to Bucharest after she lost everything. She needed a fresh start. Y/N never knew that fresh start would involve falling in love with a kind-hearted ex assassin. James Buchanan Barnes, that beautiful bastard. He was everything Y/N had ever dreamed in a man. He was the man a father would love for his daughter to have. Too bad Bucky didn’t see that.

Her parents were killed in a car accident along with her little brother, he was only ten years old. A drunk driver ran a red light and crashed directly into their car. That night she lost everything that ever mattered to her. She sold everything she owned, her bakery included. She backed the few things she had and bought a plane ticket out of the only state and country she had ever known.

Bucharest, Romania, the place she picked to start her new life. She didn’t speak Romanian and she had no idea around the city, but it’s exactly what she needed. She wanted the refreshing feeling of learning new things and meeting new people. No one here would look at her with pity or sympathy. She was just an all-American girl looking for her own happy ending.

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anonymous asked:

Hellooo! Do you have any headcanons involving Remus wearing Sirius' leather jacket? Preferably in front of the girls pining after Sirius? Thanks!!

  • Remus was use to it.
  • Really, it didn’t bother him. It didn’t.
  • He was use to it.
  • He had been watching girls throw themselves at Sirius since third year so why should it bother him?
  • He was use to it.
  • But that didn’t mean he liked it.
  • That didn’t mean he had to put up with it.
  • That didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun.
  • Remus watched from just outside the great hall, eyes zeroed in on Sirius.
  • He was, as usual, sitting with James and Pete, who were sitting with Marlene and Lily.
  • But sliding into the seats around them, leaning over the benches between shoulders, were girls.
  • Girls who only had eyes for the raven haired boy that couldn’t resist sending them that gorgeous smile, while at the same time trying not to encourage them too much.
  • He received hair flip after hair flip, loud laughs, bashful glances, meaningful flirtatious shoves.
  • James just shook his head. Remus watched as Lily suppressed a smile as he blatantly ignored every female there, opting instead to turn to her, asking how her sleep was.
  • And Remus entered the hall.
  • Hand in his pocket, messenger bag slung effortlessly over his shoulder, he waltzed right up to the table, standing inches behind a girl who was leaning over to laugh loudly at probably nothing, breasts out.
  • “Do people ever tell you you’re funny, Sirius? Because honestly, you are so-”
  • “Ahem.”
  • The chatter stopped.
  • Heads turned.
  • Remus thought he heard a few of them gasp.
  • The girl in front of him, having spun at the noise, had wide, flaming eyes.
  • Remus sent her his best winning smile, “Excuse me.”
  • When the girl didn’t move right away, Remus took matters into his own hands. he, a bit too forcefully maybe, nudged the girl out of his way with his leather clad shoulder, sliding into his seat and dropping his bag to the floor.
  • “Morning all.” He said brightly.
  • James was smirking at him, Lily had an eyebrow raised, Marlene was suppressing a laugh as she looked at the faces around them.
  • Remus smirked, “Pads, you think you could pass me that jam?”
  • He turned to his right when there was no movement, “Pads. Hello?”
  • But Sirius had heard nothing about jam. he was staring atheism, jaw slightly slack. Or more like staring at what Remus was wearing.
  • Sirius flinched as he was kicked by who Remus guessed was Marlene from under the table.
  • “I-I…” Remus watched as Sirius’ face melted from shock into a soft, lopsided smile, “I like your jacket.”
  • Remus flushed a little despite himself, ducking and grabbing the jam himself, “It’s laundry day. You know. I needed something. I’ll return it. Later.”
  • He smiled up at a particularly red faced girl.
  • Sirius grinned, leaning in to Remus, mouth against his ear, “Keep it.”
  • There were quite a few huffs and humphs from around them as Remus felt a soft nip at his neck, just above the leather collar.
  • “Oh Jesus, it’s breakfast, Sirius!” Lily laughed through her stern look, “You don’t seem James all over me, do you?”
  • James ran a hand through his hair, coughing a little, “Well, I could if you-”
  • “Oh, eat your eggs, Potter.”
Beauty and his Beast

A/N) okay so this turned out longer than I expected. But I think it was worth it. I hope you like this, and i know I took a while, so I hope it was worth the wait.
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Sirius sat in confusion as he felt the road jostle his body through the car seat. Wherever they were going, it was out of the way.

Lily was barely talking to him as she gripped excitedly at the steering wheel. Every once in a while, a giggle would escape her lips, and her eyes would drift to her passenger before returning to the road and bouncing in her seat. Lily not talking made Sirius nervous. There had to be something going on. He hadn’t seen remus all day, as he claimed he was out on Order business. At this point, Sirius wasn’t sure if he believed his boyfriend. This wouldn’t be the first time he was made to believe that Remus was gone only to have him show up randomly somewhere. It made Sirius uncomfortable. He hated being surprised but he loved surprises. If anyone knew that, it was Remus.

Yep. Remus was definitely behind this.

There were so many trees in this part of London. He wasn’t even positive where they were, and the darkening sky didn’t help. His sense of direction didn’t need any assistance in confusing itself.

“Lilyyyy,” Sirius drawled. Lily shot her eyes from him to the road, so quick you’d think it didn’t happen. “Where are we?”

Lily smiled a little, but looked as if she was trying to suppress it from what Sirius could tell. Her long, red hair was dressed elegantly in gold ribbons and pulled away from her face, aside from a single strand, which lied over the corner of her lip in Sirius’ side, skewing his view of her face.

“We’ll be there soon,” she said in a strained voice. “Just a couple of minutes.” Sirius flipped against the seat, groaning impatiently. “You didn’t answer my question!”

Lily smirked. “We’ll be there soon,” she repeated. Sirius curled his lip into a growl, but turned to face the window, pouting.

Until he saw the outline of a castle in the distance. Just the top tiers raising above the skyline, a clash of black silhouetted against the pale pink sky. “What the fuck…” he trailed off. Lily made a sort of squeaking noise, seemingly unable to hide her excitement.

Sirius’ eyes stayed glued to the castle as it grew closer, more coming into view. The walls, the windows, and suddenly the door.

Lily stopped the car in front of the looming structure. Sirius turned to her, pointing behind him with wide eyes. “There?” He asked weakly. “There,” Lily replied with a nod. Sirius gulped, almost comically, his Adam’s apple dancing up and down his throat. Lily laughed. “Don’t worry! I’ll see you inside,” she promised.

When Sirius had maneuvered his way out of the car, he made his way up the front steps of the castle, staring in awe at the grand stone building, looking somehow fortuitous and graceful at the same time.

Sirius pulled his short shorts down farther on his thighs before raising his hand to knock on the door.

It creaked open with an air of intimidation. Sirius narrowed his eyes and began walking in. Familiar…. why was it so familiar?

The castle lit up, candles in every corner illuminating with a suddenness that startled a squeak out of Sirius. He covered his mouth, turning to watch as the fire lighting each candle made its way around the room, before his eyes came to rest on the two figures that had appeared in front of him.

Sirius sighed almost audibly when he figured out it was James and peter.

“Monsieur Sirius, we’ve come to see you to your room,” Peter said, pulling the ruffles at his collar. Sirius’ eyebrows disappeared into his hair as he took in what they were wearing. Each man was adorned in a black tux with ruffled collars and cuffs, looking exceptionally hilarious due to their height differences. Peter, who smiled brightly, held out his hand as if to guide Sirius in the right direction. James, on the other hand, glared at Sirius, mouthing “don’t you dare” at him before spreading his hand in a way to mock peter.

“Okay, what the fuck? This must have been your idea, James,” Sirius laughed as he began following them down the hall, one on either side of him. “So, I gotta ask. Who held him down, who stripped him, and who forced the outfit on him?” He continued, jumping when James elbowed him in the ribs. Peter reached across Sirius to slap James’ hand. “No elbowing the guest!” He hissed before continuing to mosey down the hallway. James nearly turned purple.

The boys led him up a set of stairs and his down a dimly lit hall. The stone of the walls peeked out from behind the paintings and pictures that hung from it. The carpet beneath their feet was luxurious and red, leading them down the twisting hallway. Sirius continued his jokes the entire time, feeling the need to take advantage of the fact that James couldn’t get him back.

When Sirius’ guides stopped, they pointed him to the door of a room off the hall. James leaned moodily against the wall as sirius opened the door. “Bye bye, Ruffles,” Sirius jeered as he disappeared behind the door.

The new room was almost overwhelming to his senses. The floor was a dark wood, differing almost suddenly when it met the pale blue walls, which were covered in paintings of beautiful woman and strong men. Sirius began estimating the age of the castle then, deciding it was well over 100 years old.

His eyes continued around the room to find a bed and a dresser on one side, and a vanity on the other side. It’s table top was covered in eye shadows and hair devices that sirius was frightened at the sight of. But before he could turn around to question them, Peter and James slammed the door behind him and he was alone.

Until two figures emerged from the bathroom. Sirius nearly screamed when Lily and Marlene appeared in full-length blue gowns, both looking stunningly gorgeous. Sirius caught sight of the same gold ribbons he had seen in Lily’s hair decorating Marlene’s hair, gently contrasting with the chestnut color of her locks.

“Okay will someone explain what the actual fuck is going on?” Sirius exclaimed. “Sit down, ass face,” Marlene demanded. “No!” Sirius shouted. “Not until someone explains-”

“Sirius,” lily cut him off threateningly. Sirius hesitated before slumping moodily into the chair in front of the vanity.

Suddenly, their hands were upon him; in his hair and on his face, sweeping and brushing and applying. He didn’t even know what was happening due to the flurry of movement. He could barely tell where one girl ended and another began. But and hour later, they stopped. They both moved back, staring at Sirius with satisfaction on their faces. Sirius didn’t understand until he looked into the mirror.

He almost didn’t recognize himself. His hair was pulled gently away from his face, the top half restrained in a braid while the rest of it flowed down his shoulders in wispy waves. His cheekbones were illuminated with a dusty gold color, and his eyes were almost a new shade of grey. On his lids, a light shade of gold darkened as it traveled out to the edge of his brow bone and fizzled into black when it reached the end. And then there were his lashes. Miles long, so it seemed. They were deep black and long enough to touch his eye brow. It was a strange feminine look, but he was no woman. He looked somehow even more like a man, but like a softer version of one.

“Whoa,” he whispered. He didn’t even know what to say. He just stared at what he was pretty sure was his reflection. Behind him, he could see Marlene and Lily grinning. Marlene took a deep breath, eyes never leaving Sirius. “I have to get out there for a minute. Still some things to do,” she said before disappearing behind the door and out of the room.

“Theres more,” Lily informed him. He looked back at her with questioning eyes. Without a word, Lily disappeared behind the bathroom door and reappeared with a bag holding what looked like a suit. Lily unwrapped the bag as Sirius rose from his seat. He gasped.

The suit was gold.

Suddenly, he knew. He covered his mouth with his hands. He knew what was happening. Lily smiled at him, aware of the enlightenment that had just happened. “He did this?” Sirius said weakly. She nodded. “Well? Go put it on!” She instructed him and he took off with a giggly smile.

He pulled the suit on after stripping out of his short shorts and tank top. He looked in the bathroom mirror with excitement dancing in his eyes.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he bit his lip to hold in his excited laughter. Lily was doing the same, pressing her lips together to hold it in. “You look incredible, Sirius,” she told him, a certain pride in her voice. “I think you’re ready to go.”

Without questioning it, he followed Lily out the door. They walked down the hall in silence, sirius’ mind racing. What the hell was going to happen next? He thought he knew, but dreaded the idea of getting his hopes up.

They came to a stop in front of two gigantic oak doors. “Are you ready?” Lily asked quietly. Sirius nodded, but he was lying. He didn’t even know what he was meant to be ready for.

But lily pushed open the great doors anyways, and Sirius felt the breath leave him.

A set of grand golden stairs split two ways stood before him, a balcony between them. He traveled out to it, glancing out over the room beneath him. Magnificent golden sheer curtains hung from the walls, which were so high up that the nearly two, story stairs didn’t even reach the tops of them. The walls were a deep blue color, white pillars stretching up their lengths from ceiling to floor. The floor was a delight gold color with darker gold accents depicting a beautiful scene of dancing angels.

And at the end of the room, standing regally with a giant smile on his face, was Remus.

Sirius laughed out loud and began racing down the stairs, praying he wouldn’t fall, because that would be very like him. And very mood ruining. But he got to the bottom without tripping and ran straight for Remus, coming to a stop in front of him to admire the view.

The tall man was dressed in a royal blue suit with gold details, his hair swept to the side and groomed back. His eyes were not hidden beneath it for once, giving Sirius a full on view of the deep chocolate brown that he wished he could swim in.

Remus, whose arms had been folded behind him, reached out to him. “Care for a dance, my love?” He asked, smirking at the wonder in Sirius’ eyes. Sirius nodded numbly with a smile plastered on his face. And he was swept away in remus’ arms. They paused in the middle of the floor, almost like they were waiting for something. After a minute of standing there, Remus furrowed his brow and looked up while Sirius tried not to pass out from how attractive he looked when he did that.

The patter of footsteps brought his eyes to where Remus had stationed his. Peter suddenly appeared on the balcony of the stairs. “Sorry!” He called. “Technical issues! Give us a minute,” he disappeared behind the giant doors again and Remus laughed. Sirius stared up at him, about to open his mouth to ask the question no one had answered all night.

Until a familiar tune struck the hall, widening Sirius’ eyes and pulling at his heart. He knew it. He knew it. He was right.

Tale as old as time…

The voice rang out over the speakers, and Sirius was twirled around Remus.

Just a little change…

Remus smiled down at Sirius with adoration in his eyes. “What is this?” Sirius asked.

Beauty and the beast…

“I’m giving you the ending you wanted,” remus told him.

The chorus kicked up, as did Sirius’ heart beat.

“But-” Sirius began. “Shut up and dance, Beauty,” remus demanded. Sirius laughed gently and began to step with Remus, a delicacy he had never seen before in the way Remus moved.

They spun gently around the floor. The music took Sirius as far as Remus’ eyes did. He kept his feet as steady as he could, but Remus kept him from faltering.

By the time the music faded out, Sirius was pressed to Remus’ chest. He was breathing deep and clear, and his mind was still dancing.

Remus took his hand, pulling him to the terrace. “Come on, then,” he encouraged. He felt his excitement kick up. He also noticed that this was the longest period he had been so quiet in a very long time.

He followed Remus, gripping his hand tightly in his own. Remus turned to smile at him when they reached the door, pushing it open with one graceful stroke.

Sirius stepped into the cool air of the night, looking over the woods with wonder in his eyes. “Remus, this is incredible,” he said, looking back at his boyfriend, who was standing in the doorway watching him. Sirius turned, resting his back against the terrace fence. “What?” He asked with a smirk. Remus shrugged. “Just thinking I’m doing the right thing,” he replied. Sirius looked confused. “What decision is that?”

Remus didn’t answer. He just stepped a little closer and took one of Sirius’ hands, pressing it to his lips before releasing it.

And the he moved down.

It startled Sirius at first.

But that was nothing compared to the shock that ruptured his heart when Remus dropped to one knee.

Sirius felt his mouth drop open. “Remus, what-” remus looked up at him. “Hold on before I loose my nerve,” he said, reaching into his back pocket and producing a small leather box. Sirius gripped the fence as the box popped open to produce a small silver band with golden details, though Sirius wasn’t close enough to see what was carved into it.

“Sirius,” remus began, bringing Sirius’ eyes to his boyfriend. “I have known you for so long that I can’t remember what life was like without you. And then I realized that I didn’t want to remember. I don’t want to remember and I don’t want to forget what it’s been like to have you in my life. Even before I realized how much I love you, I knew that you were something I would never want to loose. You got me through everything. All the nights I thought I was a monster, and you were there to remind me I was still human. I know how cheesy this speech is, and I also know how true it is. I love you so much, Sirius. And I want nothing more in my life than to be your prince. Because, with you, I’m no longer a beast. Sirius Black,” remus paused and took a deep breath. “Will you marry me?”

Sirius was speechless. He knew there were tears running down his cheeks. He knew that his heart was thrumming wildly in his chest. And he knew his answer.

“Yes!” He shouted, all his adrenaline finally erupting. “Yes! Of course!”

Remus laughed before gathering Sirius in his arms and burying his face into his neck. Sirius felt himself being picked up and spun. When he was placed back on the ground, Remus took his hand again, this time to place the ring on his finger. Sirius held it up and gasped for about the eighteenth hundred time that night.

The gold in the ring was carved in the shape of two figures dancing. Writing around the rest of the ring spelled out the word beauty. Sirius looked up at Remus, more tears spilling from his eyes. Standing in his tip toes, he pressed his lips to Remus’. And they stood there o the terrace, just feeling and smelling and knowing each other.

Until they heard a squeal and the tapping of tiny feet. They let each other go, and Sirius’ face turned from confusion to amusement very quickly. A tiny figure, round and toddling, hurried across the floor. It looked like a tea cup, and in the middle flopped a head of messy black hair.

The door opened behind the cup and Lily and James came running in. “Harry!” they called after the boy as he ran to the terrace. “Harry, not now!”

But it was too late. Sirius bent down and pulled the little boy into his arms. Harry let out squeals of laughter as sirius did the same. The tiny boy was dressed as Chip from beauty and the beast. Sirius smiled fondly at the adorable boy. He was flapping his arms around, seeming to be unable to put them down all the way in the costume. Sirius placed a kiss on his head as Lily and James came to a stop in the door way.

“MATE?!” James yelled, pointing to Sirius’ hand. Remus smiled and nodded before wrapping his arms around Sirius’ waist and looking over his shoulder at harry.

Lily’s eyes were welling up with tears. “You didn’t tell us that, you jerk!” She said, no real venom in her words. Remus shrugged. “I wanted it to be a surprise for everyone,” he stated. “Also, I wasn’t going to tell any of you if he said no.”

They laughed. Sirius turned his head to look at Remus. “As if I would ever say no to you!”

Sirius put Harry down as music once again overtook the ball room. Peter was standing once again on the terrace, smiling down at them. “Nice ring!” He called. Sirius sent him a wink. “Thanks, Peter!”

He heard Lily laugh and turned to see James spinning her around him. Sirius turned to Remus. “My turn to ask you for a dance, fiancé dearest.” Remus’ face lit up. “Anything for you, my fiancé.”

And they were all dancing again. A happy feeling washed over everyone in the room. Even harry, who was struggling to escape the confines of his costume.

“By the way, have I mentioned how perfect you look tonight?” Remus asked. “No,” sirius said in consideration. “But the fact that your eyes never left me is a good sign.”

“Well there is nothing in the world that could compare to your perfection, just so you know,” remus said, kissing Sirius’ forehead as if it would ensure the message got to his brain. Sirius beamed before he narrowed his eyes.

“Really quick question. Where the hell did you get this castle?” Sirius questioned. Remus chuckled. “Oh yeah. Peter has people in high places,” he said. Sirius raised an eyebrow. “It’s his rich uncle’s,” he filled in. Sirius nodded in comprehension. “See, that makes sense,” he muttered.

Eventually, everyone was dancing with a partner, Peter and Marlene joining each other on the floor while the other two couples danced away. There was nothing but laughter, even Harry freed himself from his costume and began running around in his underwear. He was having fun, so no one was complaining.

By the end of the night, James and Lily picked their son up and said goodbye, beginning to leave. “Where are they going?” Sirius asked. “Home,” remus answered. Sirius’ face fell. “Do we have to go home too?” Remus shook his head. “Peter gave us free reign of the place for tonight,” he said. “After all, it is a special occasion.”

After Peter and Marlene left as well, the place fell quiet. Remus and Sirius were left standing in the middle of the floor, and Sirius was glad for the silence. It gave him the opportunity to take in Remus’ features.

“Just so you know,” he spoke, his voice echoing off the walls, “you’re no beast.” Remus smiled. “Thanks to you, I actually believe that.”

Sirius gently touched Remus’ face. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, too,” remus replied.

The night faded in s hurry after that. They rushed to their room after a few more dances, and when Sirius awoke the next morning, he remembered. A soft smile lightened his face as Remus slept on next to him.

He remembered. And he didn’t think he would ever forget.

Clair(e)voyance

1:5

“He hated that I made more money than he did.  Hated it.  Every time someone asked me about being a doctor he would interject some embarrassing tidbit or take a crack at me.  People would laugh and the moment would be over.”

They were sitting on a park bench near Scotland Yard in Westminster Gardens. Claire had told him to leave after her admission that her visions always came to pass.  He’d angered her.  “I’m not him, Claire,” was all he could say.  She’d deflated then.  Pointed to a straight backed chair in the corner of the morgue, silently telling him to sit.  

So he sat.  Dossier on his lap.  Waiting.  

And when she was finished she grabbed her things, and left.  He trailed behind her like some love sick puppy, until they found themselves in this place.  It was a cool evening, and the sun was setting.  She’d stopped at a food truck, not bothering to ask him first for his preference, and bought them falafels. 

She hadn’t stopped talking since they sat down, her food going cold in her hands.  Like a great dam had broken open.  Her words flowed endlessly, each one a drop that formed a pool around her.  He could feel the depth of her drowning, what continued to drown her.   

“We were a novelty. A couple of Brits living in Boston. ‘Tally-ho!’ 'God bless the Queen’, and all that.”  The sarcasm, thick.  The tone, derisive.  

“Then, there were the students. Young.  Gorgeous.  Flirty.  Drawn in by his accent.“  The drops, hot now.  Scalding.  The pain, obvious.  Deep.

She looked up into the sky and laughed, incredulous. “He was a fucking history professor for God’s sake!  They threw themselves at him.  And he caught them.” She shook her head.  “Bastard.  I won’t go there again. I won’t be ridiculed or made to feel less than.  I’m a Doctor for fuck’s sake, and a history professor made me feel stupid.”

Jamie ate silently.  What a wanker!  He had a woman like Claire, and he let her go?  Any fool could see she was perfect.  Beautiful. Passionate. Intelligent.  He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that her husband could not see the vixen he had in his bed.  Claire Randall was the whole package. She was a rare woman. 

Perhaps it was her gift that Frank struggled with.  

“So no, James. There won’t be an ‘us’. A ‘we’.  An anything.  There’s just me.  Alone.  The way I like it.”

Jamie swallowed, and took a drink from his bottle of water.  Claire took a bite, finally.     

“He was a fuckin’ scrote.”  

Claire choked.  “A what?”

Jamie loved how she spoke in her posh British accent.  It always sounded like she said, ‘wot?’

“Basically, a scrotum.  An Idiot.”

Jamie wiped his mouth and hands with his napkin.  He balled up his wrapper, and looked at Claire.  His spoke sincerely, honestly.  “He was a fool not to realize what he had in ye, Claire.  A blind fool.”

Claire dropped her head.  She took a small bite, not daring to read too much into his compliments.  Or his tone.

It was dark now. Cold.  Claire liked the dark.  She dwelt there in her mind, in her soul, every day since she first learned of Frank’s infidelities.  Every day since she realized she wasn’t enough.  That in the game of love, she was like the square on the Monopoly board that no one wanted because it didn’t collect enough rent, and never would, even with houses and hotels.  

Perhaps that was why she did what she did.  Why she chose that dark, cold path at the end.

“Not every man makes that mistake.  Some men would actually die to be with a woman such as yerself.  Intelligent.  Funny.  Interesting.  Gorgeous.”  He spoke low out of the side of his mouth, “Wi’ a fantastic arse.”

Claire snorted, and Jamie bumped her shoulder with his.  

“So,” Having made his point Jamie moved to safer territory.  He could tell she was becoming uncomfortable with his compliments.   “The stomach contents. From the same eatery, no?”

“Yes,” Claire said.  He had created the lightest fracture in her soul.  How had he managed?  Why were her visions so jarring with his slightest touch?  So raw? So passionate around this man?  She would not pretend to have some vast knowledge of men, but she knew enough to know this feeling was unusual. Different.    

Could she trust him?

“I don’t know where it is.”  She took a deep breath.  “But I would know it, if I saw it.”

Jamie nodded, lips pursed.  He dug a small caramel coloured book out of his pocket.  “Can ye tell me more?  Where do I start, Claire?  Can ye describe the place at all for me?”

Claire was struck dumb for a moment.  She stared at him as he waited. Pencil poised.  Ready to listen.  Ready to believe.

“You don’t think I’m crazy?  You really believe me?”

“I believe ye, Claire.”  He chuckled.  “I dinna understand it a bit.  Not yet.  But I trust ye.  I trust yer word.  Trust that we’ve created a truth between us. Whatever ye tell me, I will believe ye.”  Jamie spoke sincerely, his eyes not wavering from hers.  

“Besides.  I’m Scottish, ken.  Faeries in a glen, and all that.”  

His heart stopped at the smile that graced her face.  An eclipse over this moonless night.  Suddenly bright, without warning.  

The words came pouring out.  Her gift, loosened.  A bird free from its cage. She almost wept with the relief of it all.  

“It’s bright.  Lots of glass.  Windows.  And cases.  Glass cases where you can pick the ingredients you want.  Small.  Small, round tables.  And the floor is blue.  It’s…it’s cobalt blue.  I’m sure of that.”

Jamie was writing furiously.  “Any idea of the neighbourhood?  Any landmarks ye see near it?” 

Claire shook her head.  “Sorry.  No.”

“It’s fine.  This is good.  I’ll get started in the morning.”  Jamie tucked his notes away.  He stood up, and stretched out his hand for hers.  When she hesitated, he dropped it and gathered up her things instead.  

She stood.  “I’m sorry, Jamie.”

He shrugged.  “Nothing to be sorry for.  Come.  I’ll take ye home.”

“No, I can-”

“Claire.”  Jamie stepped in front of her.  “I’ll see ye safe.  That’s what friends do.”  He watched her visibly relax.  

“But -”  She tensed again.  “Ye dinna have to be psychic to understand that I want you.  More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

Superstition

Summary: Of all the places you expected to find love, you didn’t see it coming on the day of Peggy and Steve’s wedding

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 2258

Warnings: just all the fluff, Barnes being a flirt and a hottie (as always let’s be honest)

A/N: Just another short story to fuel my trash love for Bucky XD

Originally posted by little--batman

You pace in the room, fiddling with the bouquet of flowers in your hands. She’d been in there for an hour, how was she not ready yet? “Come on, Peggy! Let’s get a move on!” You call into the bathroom.

Peggy emerged minutes later, her skin pale under the makeup and her eyebrows set into a worried line. “I don’t think I can go through with this,” She mumbled, having to lean on the bathroom door frame. You give her a confused look.

“What on earth are you talking about, Pegs?” You scoff at her, never finding her more worried in her life. “Maybe this isn’t right, maybe I shouldn’t go through with this,” You walk up to her, dumping the flowers onto the bed.

“Look, this is just pre-wedding nerves. Everyone gets it.” You smile at her, trying to reassure her. “Steve loves you with all his heart. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have taken you out on three expensive dates trying to propose,” You laugh.

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Say You Won’t Let Go (L.H.)

Originally posted by lashtons

A/N: I didn’t even realize that I had this as a request in my ask, but I was inspired by the song so I already started writing this. To the persont that asked me to write this with Calum, I’m sorry but I thought it’d be nice with Luke. Also, that’s a future reference to people that send me requests. If I have a good idea for the request, I’ll write it. If not, I leave them in my ask as references in case I suddenly get inspiration. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this x

Masterlist || Ask

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“It’s just one night out, Y/N. C'mon, we all deserve it…you deserve it,” my friend, Katie, tried persuading me. 

I shook my head from where I was lounging on the couch of our shared apartment. “No, it’s okay. I’m content with staying here. You guys go out and have fun.”

Katie wasn’t having any of it. “Nope. I refuse to allow you to spend your first day of semester break sitting on a couch watching Netflix. You’re coming out with us tonight and we’re gonna get you pissed drunk.”

I sighed. I didn’t want to get pissed drunk and be incredibly hungover tomorrow morning. 

Katie saw my expression and toned down a bit. “Please? You always turn down parties and outings with us since you had to study, but now it’s sem break! You deserve a night out.”

I groaned as she gave me a pout. “Fine, but only this one time.”

She jumped up and cheered. “Yes! Now, go get ready! We have to leave soon.

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