tire rub

Proposal: Supercorp

Prompt: A Supercorp proposal with a twist? [Don’t say I didn’t deliver…]

“I’m going to die one day,” Lena whispered certainly, her nose nudging the thin line of Kara’s bicep. “Have you thought about that?”

The colours of the evening news seared their shadows into the headboard like rabbits caught in beams. It was eleven o'clock at night, somehow simultaneously too late and too early for these kinds of conversations. It had been a week since Kara proposed, and a week since Lena began these heart wrenching games of making sure the little godlet understood what it meant to love someone as temporary as she.

“Yes Lena,” Kara exhaled the reply with an irritated grumble and rubbed her tired eyes, “I have thought about it.”

“Kara, look at me,” Lena softly pulled her chin and stared. She held her pause and licked her lips thoughtfully for a moment—because the thought of loving an infinite star-flung girl was just as painful for her too. “Actually, just, forget about it. Forget I said anything,” Lena swallowed and slipped a hand over Kara’s soft smooth cheek.

“Tell me,” Kara caught her wrist with a sad smile, “I want you to tell me what you’re scared of,” she whispered.

“What I’m scared of?” Lena found the question funny.

“I think there’s things that scare you about the thought of spending your life with me, sure?” Kara urged and stroked the back of Lena’s hand with her thumb.

“Do you understand what it means Kara? What it really means? You are frozen in time. You will not age—well—not like the rest of us at least,” Lena rubbed her forehead and tried to ponder what an elderly Kryptonian sat poking the embers of the last burning star in the empty night sky would even look like. Kara just bit her lip and nodded into her words, “Alzheimer’s runs in my family and one day chances are… you will be a twenty-three year old girl married to an eighty year old woman who doesn’t know who you are anymore,” Lena frowned sorrowfully, her expression melting into a tinge of guilt.

Kara hesitated and grew upset, her sapphire blue eyes glassing until the only thing that stopped her from letting them roll down her cheeks was one long grind of her jaw. Lena watched her do it, watched her lie there and will herself not to splinter at the thought of the long destination they were chugging towards like two sole passengers on a steam train.

Kara pushed a small tiny smile, “You, Lena Luthor, could never forget about me.” She chuckled and pushed the hair out of her face until it cascaded along the pillow behind her.

“What makes you so sure?”

“The mind decays but the heart persists, always and forever,” Kara just smiled and wiped a tiny tear away. “The love never ends Leen, it stretches and it bends and it rolls on in endless waves that always seem to come back around, but it never ends, love is the only light that never goes out—no matter how dim it might feel sometimes.” Kara reassured her with a tender burning stare.

Lena couldn’t help but laugh and raise a cynical brow, “Are those song lyrics?”

“Nah,” Kara laughed too and wiped her cheek, “this girl I once knew said it to me I think?” She tried to seem a little unsure of the facts.

“Sounds like she was in love with you?” Lena teased and pushed Kara’s shoulder. Kara just laughed and hid her face in the pillow.

“Do you think?” Kara chuckled and looked up with a raised brow, “Loved me, I mean?”

“She probably stole that line from holiday card. I will write you a better one.” Lena grinned and kissed her softly, “Dozens of better ones,” she added with a bite of her bottom lip.

“Does this mean you’ll marry me?” Kara propped herself up on her elbow and threw her a knowing glance with a happy sigh.

“You have to promise me something.”

“Anything in the world.”

“One day far away from today when I am a very very old woman,” Lena stared at her girlfriend quite seriously and cupped her cheeks, “when I die in my sleep, no doubt dreaming of your cute ass,” she giggled and earned an eye roll. “You have to promise that you will still be a hero.”

“What do you mean?” Kara chuckled.

“I can’t marry you if it means that the day I’m not around anymore you’ll go all dark and twisty and burn National City to ash,” Lena pointed to the news that always seemed permanently macabre with the goings on of an earth hellbent on destroying itself. “You have to promise you’ll be the good guy and stop the world from tearing itself apart?”

Kara just inhaled and swallowed painfully, and Lena swore she could see her insides shredding apart. She felt guilty instantly for reminding Kara of the inevitable, but it was necessary. One girl could not be allowed to mean more than the rest of the world combined, she was quite certain on that.

“I promise you I will try my hardest not to destroy the world the day that you die. Now, can we finish watching the news? And maybe get married after that?”

“Fine, I’ll marry you,” Lena leaned in and kissed the bridge of her nose. A sudden feeling of panic crept up on her, like she was forgetting to prepare for an important meeting or file eye-wateringly important paperwork. Lena pulled away and closed her eyes, wracking her brain, “I feel like I’m forgetting something very important, and very work related, do you mind if we say the ‘I dos’ after I check some city ordinance paperwork?”

“Ah ah,” Kara chuckled and caught her fleeing wrist, pulling her back towards the centerline of the bed and far away from the laptop on the glass drawers. “I want you to stay right here with me and go to sleep. It can wait until the morning,” Kara wrapped her finite girl in the eternity of her starforged limbs, “just stay with me tonight?”

“Forever and always?” Lena chuckled and yawned tiredly.

“Forever and always,” Kara leaned down and pressed a kiss against her hairline. Lena swore she felt the dribble of a hot tear. “I’m just going to get a glass of water from the kitchen, do you want anything?”

“I’m good Mrs Luthor, just be quick.” Lena nudged her off with a grin.

“I’ll be back before you know it, Mrs Danvers.” Kara stood up from the bed and straightened herself with a long stretch.

Lena watched her flex from the comfort of her pillow. It made her grin, because how was one girl allowed to be that beautiful? Kara was all slim taut legs and abdominals that rolled on for days. Lena watched her slowly grab the red cape from the hook and set down her reading glasses on the side table.

“Oh, just a glass of water? You need your uniform for that now?” Lena teased with a raised brow.

Kara faced the window and fastened the cape with her back turned, and Lena swore she heard the sound of a quiet heartbroken sniffle. It was probably happy tears now that she had finally gave in and agreed to the wedding, the thought didn’t go amiss upon her. But she would let sleeping dogs lie and not give Kara too much hassle for taking a short breather flight over the skyline. After all, if this was their life, that was going to have to be part of the deal, sharing her godling bride with the whims of an arbitrary world who would need her just as much as she did.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Kara glanced over her shoulder with a small grin.

“Goodnight Mrs Luthor.” Lena said it again with a possessive little smile.

“Goodnight Mrs Danvers, don’t wait up.” Kara playfully took her superhero bow and walked out of the bedroom door.

Kara closed the door gently and stood there in the hallway, the thump of her heart and the shudder of her stomach becoming violent and relentless in their shattering pain. Her eyes burned with the need to rid themselves of a thousand acidic howling tears and then she felt her lungs begin to twist until it felt as if they would start to fray. On the outside she remained perfectly reserved and dignified; maintained the tall and mighty constance of a superhero.

“How did it go?” J’onn transformed from a young receptionist and walked around the counter. He was tasked with the sole responsibility of standing guard during these late night meetings while Sam watched the main entrance to the facility, both of them sworn sentinels there to protect the longest and closest secret to the godlet’s heart.

“Fine,” Kara sniffed it back and forced a smile, “she, er, she forgot again,” Kara’s head hung slack as she rubbed the back of her neck.

“She forgot you?” J’onn asked unusually sympathetically.

“No no, never me.” Kara said quickly and thought of the many decades spent learning the limbic memory of one another, beginning the slow walk towards the end of the sleepy quiet hallway with J’onn at her side. “The mind decays but the heart? Well… the heart persists, forever and always,” Kara forced a pained smile.

“That sounds sorrowful,” J’onn sighed and slipped a hand around her thin hunched shoulder.

“My wife used to make it sound poetic.”

Even in your disheveled Monday-morning state,
you are beautiful to me.
You are beautiful when you rub your tired eyes
and walk up to the counter in flannel pajama pants.


You are beautiful
when you laugh at my jokes,
and when you notice the little things,
and offer to help before I can even ask,
so that I don’t have to gather the courage
or swallow my pride.


You are beautiful,
though you don’t meet my eyes
when you speak to me.
I think your shyness
is a wonderful thing.


You’re easy-going;
never condescending,
and I think that’s a beautiful thing.


You think that I’m a beautiful thing,
and I think that’s a beautiful thing,
because I think you’re a beautiful thing as well.

—  V.I.P.P.
Familiar but Unexpected

One Shot: Jungkook Best friend!AU x Reader

Word count: 9.5k 

Genre: Fluff, Angst and NSFW! Smut. 

A/N: I recommend you read this in one sitting - strap yourself in for one heck of a rollercoaster ride, boys and girls. I’m back to ruin your life temporarily. @jeonjungrude @author–nim @btsbangtansarmyv

Summary: Jungkook, your ‘best friend’ needs a place to stay since his older brother unexpectedly came home. You try to fix their sibling relationship but that ends up costing you your friendship with Jungkook- a trade for something better or for something worse? 

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Originally posted by armythreej

The doorbell rung simultaneous to the sound of constant knocks on your door. You opened your bloodshot eyes and reached over for your phone that sat on the bedside table. Who in their right mind would visit you at 4 in the morning? The violent knocking intensified and you groaned with frustration, peeling yourself away from the warm bed. You shuffled yourself over to the front door and swung it open while rubbing your tired eyes. Of course, only Jeon Jungkook, your best friend, would have the nerve to barge in at such an ungodly hour.

Jesus woman, I thought you were dead,” Jungkook’s voice sounded relieved at the sight of you in front of him, in your nighties that consisted of merely a singlet and terribly short running shorts. It exposed your supple skin to the handsome boy.

“Jungkook what the fuck do you want? I’m tired, it’s 4 in the bloody morning-” you sighed and wobbled with fatigue.

“Hello to you too, sweetheart,” Jungkook scoffed and entered your apartment with a small suitcase in his grip. “My brother came home unexpectedly just then, I need a place to crash until he leaves.”

You nodded without much thought, you knew his brother was always a sensitive topic for him so you understood.

“That’s fine by me. I’m going back to sleep,” you announced to the noir haired boy with a loud yawn. He merely snickered at your exhausted state and jumped onto your sofa- where he usually crashed after his nights out.

You glided back into the comfort of your bedsheets and closed your eyes to drift off into dreamland.


Morning came quicker than expected. You woke up to the sound of shuffling and fidgeting from the kitchen. It was unusual for Jungkook to wake up so early, early being 9 o’ clock since it was a Saturday morning. 

“Good morning,” you said in a nasal voice as you poured yourself a cup of coffee Jungkook had brewed. You peaked over Jungkook’s broad shoulders to see sizzling pancakes on the pan. 

“What’s the special occasion?” you murmured behind a hazy sounding giggle and Jungkook showed no emotion, a thin line across his lips. 

“Nothing..” Jungkook sounded inaudible as his chest grew with the inhalation of his breath. He let out a loud sigh and you gulped at the boy’s condition. It was rare for him to look so serious. He was normally always making the most inappropriate jokes and comments. 

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one more time (m)

genre: fuckboy au + smut

words: 5.5k

member: jimin 

you can’t resist jimin, even if he is a fuckboy.

Originally posted by 9taefox


You woke up to the sound of your ringtone blaring into your ear. You huffed, screwing your eyes shut and hoping it would stop; it didn’t. Reaching out, you grabbed your phone and squinted at the bright screen, your eyes needing time to adjust.

Jimin.

You sighed through your nostrils, closing your eyes and ignoring the impending headache that you could already feel starting in your temples. You debated not answering, and the call ended. You nearly let a smile form on your lips, but your phone began to vibrate in your hand again, Jimin’s name popping up once again as the sound of your ringtone kept you from sleeping.

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I Heard That

Imagine: You are always quiet in math, a class you happen to share with Peter Parker. Once you finally muster the courage to speak up, Peter finds a type of excuse so he can spend more time with you.

Word Count: 1100??? maybe

A/N: This is shitty and rushed but I have an assignment due on Monday that I haven’t really started sooO soz

Your fingers cramped as you attempted to write the answer before the timer at the front of the class went off. Several groans could be heard around the room as the renown alarm bounced off the walls of the quiet room. You rubbed your tired eyes beneath your glasses in hope that it would somehow get rid of the slight sleepiness that began to claw at them. Nevertheless, you began gliding your pen over your answers with concentration in attempt to find any mistakes.

“Alright then,” Coach Johnson, your Maths teacher spoke enthusiastically, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Who’s up first?”

The room remained silent as heads lowered to look down towards their work. Coach’s voice was louder this time, sounding slightly more impatient, “Any volunteers? No? Alright then. You’re up, Parker.”

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She loves watching him study.

The way he scrunches his nose when he comes across some obstacle, solving maths problems. The way his hair falls down on his face, his back hunched over a textbook. The way his eyes would light up when he understood something he was struggling with. She loves how smart he is, how nerdy he sounds when he’s explaining something to her.

He sometimes comes to the cabin to study with her, since she gets her own homework now too. Mr Clarke, who was, after a lot of hesistation, let on the secret, visits her three times a week, to help her prepare for eventual school after she doesn’t have to hide anymore.

And that’s another thing that leads to Mike. As much as El adores Mr Clarke, Mike is her favourite tutor. He explains the wonders of science in the same soft, attentive tone he used to explain friendships and promises, and El can’t help but keep asking, even if just to hear his voice and look at his freckles when he sits close to her on the floor.

One March evening they are sprawled on the floor, with notebooks laying around them, El doing her maths homework and Mike studying for a science contest. He was furrowing his dark eyebrows, with dark circles under his eyes.

That was probably the first time El hated watching him study.

His head was swaying over his textbooks, eyelids drooping.

‘Mike.’

'Hmm?’

'You need to sleep.’ she took the textbook out of his hands. He looked up at her with tired eyes.

'But, El, the contest’s in a week and I still need to…’

'You need to sleep.’ she said forcibly, furrowing her brows.

'Okay, okay, I’ll go to sleep earlier tonight, I promise. I just need to…’

'No. You’ll go to sleep now.’ she pointed at her bed and made the blanket hover over it slightly.

Then she took a hold of his hands and pulled him up, dragging him towards the bed. He didn’t protest much, yawning. He laid down, rubbing his tired eyes.

'Maybe a short nap is not the worst idea…’ and just like that, he was snoring almost as loudly as Hopper. She covered him with a blanket and couldn’t resist brushing her fingers trough his dark, soft hair. He muttered something incoherently, moving his head towards her palm. She smiled softly and went back to her maths homework, glancing at his peaceful face once a while.

But then, after a while, she heard him whimper slightly and lifted her eyes quickly. He was crying silently, curling into a ball, gripping blanket with his fingers.

She got up, unsure what to do.

'Don’t go… Please don’t leave me… ’ he sobbed, shaking. 'I can’t lose… I can’t lose you, please don’t…’

His voice broke and she gripped his hand in her own.

'Mike, Mike wake up!’

'Please…’

'Mike!’

He suddenly jolted awake, looking around frantically with tear-filled eyes, until they stopped on her face. After a few seconds he just wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly and pressing his face against her arm.

'It’s okay, Mike.’ she whispered, hugging him back just as tight. 'It’s okay. You’re okay.’

Hopper used to say that a lot when he woke her up from her nightmares.

'Y-you were gone again.’ he said quietly, his voice still shaking a bit, muffled by her shirt.

'But I’m not. I’m here, Mike. It’s okay now. I promise. I’m not going anywhere. ’

He nodded, but didn’t let her go for another few minutes. When he did, she gently wiped his cheeks and pressed a soft kiss against his still trembling lips.

'I don’t wanna go back to sleep.’ he said quietly, looking away.

'What if I stay with you?’

He stared at her, puzzled. She laid down next to him and pulled him down, so they were both laying on their sides, facing eachother, their hands intertwined.

'Hopper will kill me if he finds us like that. ’

'I won’t let him.’ she smiled at him, and lifted her chin a bit to kiss his forehead.

'Promise?’

'Promise.’

El loves watching him study, but what she loves even more is watching him sleep peacefully, with his fingers wrapped around her hands.

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Our Little Secret-Part Five

Summary: You and Dean figure out how to tell Sam. Later the two of you try something that Dean hasn’t really done

SERIES MASTERLIST

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled/Kink: Face Fucking for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 4300

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral, rough sex, squirting, language

A/N: I’m sorry. I was going to wait until tomorrow afternoon to post this, but I couldn’t help myself. Thank you so much for reading. I absolutely love writing this series and sharing it with you. Any feedback is always appreciated.



“You want to tell Sam?” He’s got that crease on his forehead, “I thought you didn’t want him to know.”

You smile, stretching your neck, kissing right below his ear, “But you do.”

“You’re okay with it?” He’s confused, “You’re sure?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m sure.”

You’re not sure, not at all, but you kinda need to take the chance.

Dean pulls you up, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply before breaking away.

You giggle, “I guess it will be easier too, we won’t have to come up with excuses for getting a different room.”

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Pour Up (M)

Words: 12,944.

Genre: Smut. Just filthy threesome smut.

Summary: All it takes is for you to be drunk and faded before you have the audacity to sleep with Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung.

[!] Contains mature content such as graphic smut and coarse language + mentions of alcohol and drug use.

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

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magnus and alec being soft boyfriends™:

for @magswoods 

  • alec is the softest soft to ever soft with magnus 
  • whenever magnus is even remotely sick alec will be there in a heartbeat to take care of him 
  • like remember when he cleaned magnus’ couch and picked up all the books that had fallen to the floor in ep 6? that’s alec in a nutshell 
  • he’ll take every opportunity he can to cook for magnus or bring breakfast to the bed for him while magnus will be looking at him fondly and whispers “thank you, alexander" 
  • magnus loves to stroke and play with alec’s hair all the goddamn time 
  • this usually makes alec melt like a one big marshmallow and cuddle closer to magnus’ warm embrace 
  • speaking of cuddling they love to do it especially after a long and tiring day 
  • alec on top of magnus’ chest, snoring softly together and breathing each other in 
  • or maybe spooning one another on the couch just because while watching some old movie magnus picked for them 
  • nuzzling behind the other’s ear and pressing sweet little kisses to their neck 
  • magnus’ use of petnames is endless: going from baby to sweetheart to pumpkin, magnus has got them all 
  • his favorite of course remains the simple and familiar ‘alexander' 
  • but alec has a few for magnus as well 
  • he might not have many but magnus’ heart bursts out of his chest every time alec casually calls out a “babe! come look at this” from the balcony or a more intimate “i’m so glad to have you, love" 
  • nose kisses!!!! 
  • alec loves to kiss magnus’ nose just to see the way it scrunches up cutely 
  • magnus might flick alec’s nose just to see his eyes go all crossed, trying to follow the movement of his fingertip 
  • rubbing their noses together while cuddling on magnus’ golden sheets, whispering soft love declarations to each other 
  • casually saying ‘i love you’ at any given domestic opportunity 
  • alec has a habit of doing this every time he leaves and especially after a fight he has to do it bc he’s still afraid of something bad happening and if "i love you” isn’t the last thing he’s said to magnus he can’t deal with himself 
  • magnus doing the exact same thing, kissing him hello and goodbye as often as he can while whispering a soft “i love you, alexander” when either of them has to go to work 
  • sleepy!malec is a thing that happens quite often
  • droopy eyelids and warm hands all over, soft kisses being exchanged between them as they calmly lay their head in the other’s chest/lap
  • alec making coffee in nothing but his boxer briefs, rubbing his tired eyes as magnus comes up behind him to nuzzle in his neck
  • they love to play with each other’s fingers/hands
  • alec especially loves to play with magnus’ rings, while magnus gently rubs alec’s hand with his free thumb
  • they also like to hold hands as much as possible: wherever they go, whatever they are doing, you better know that they’re holding hands while doing it
  • in conclusion: magnus and alec are the softest boyfriends and they love each other v v much
Lovesick

A Bucky x Reader / smut

A/N: This is a rewrite of one of my SPN fics called ‘Purr’. I haven’t had much of a mojo to write anything new, but I wanted to put some kind of content out for you guys. Also, you’ll be happy to know it’s mechanic!Bucky. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think ♥

Word Count: 1,629

Warnings:
- SMUT.
- 18 or over please.
- if i see any blog under 18 like this or reblog it, I will have to block you.
- please, always wear a condom.

Tags: (no tags this time besides my peeps, please see the bottom of this fic if you would like to be tagged in future fics)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky had been gawking at you all day like a lovesick teenager. When your eyes would meet his sapphire blues, he’d quickly look away, as if he didn’t want you to notice his wandering eyes. You saw him though, saw his shimmering orbs scan over every inch of your body, stopping at your breasts and lingering there. Sometimes his mouth would hang open just an inch as he stared and you were surprised he never drooled, those perfect pouty lips making you want to attack his mouth in broad daylight.

You’d be lying if you said you were the innocent one, the urge to fuck his brains out growing with each moment you spent with him. When he was practicing his combat skills at Stark Tower, or tuning up Steve’s bike in the garage, you’d watch the muscles work underneath his skin with each movement, longing to run your fingers over each vein.

You’d brought him a bottle of water and watched drops of sweat run down his forehead, across his cheek, and disappear into his shirt. You’d balled your hands into fists at your sides, the urge to taste the salty liquid from his skin overwhelming you. So many times you had thought about what it would be like to feel his huge, strong hands working you over like he did baby’s engine.

“Y/N?” Bucky said sharply, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts. You clenched your thighs together and could already feel the wetness pooling in your panties. “Can you pass me that wrench from the toolbox?” You got up on shaky legs and grabbed the wrench you thought he needed from the rusted, red toolbox on the backseat.

“Thank you,” he started, taking it from your hands. “But that’s not the one. Let me show you.” His hand found the small of your back, leading you to the toolbox. He pulled out the correct wrench and presented it to you. His hand was on your back again, guiding you back to Steve’s bike. “See, this one fits because of the way this bolt goes.” You watched him bend over, admiring the grease that was speckled up and down his forearms and biceps. You were suddenly uncomfortable, your thoughts turning to pure filth as you imagined him smearing that grease all over your naked skin.

“I- I’m gonna go inside,” you stammered, fidgeting with your hands. “It’s too hot out here.”

You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you as you walked to the door of your motel room, your heart beating loudly in your chest. You closed the door behind you and pressed your back to it, letting out the deep breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. Suddenly exhausted, you flopped down on your stomach onto the bed closest to the door, and fell asleep almost instantly.


You had no idea how much time had passed, but sunlight was still shining through the curtains as you fluttered your eyelids open. After your brain peeked through your sleep induced fog, your senses realized what had awoken you. Calloused fingertips ran down your bare thighs from behind you, followed by full hands rubbing your tired muscles. You closed your eyes again and took moment to catch your breath, knowing it was Bucky.

“Is this okay?” You heard him whisper, the smell of oil and leather invading your senses. Suddenly, his hands were right below your ass, cupping the soft flesh there.

“Are you joking?” you asked without thinking, feeling goosebumps rise along your skin at his touch. This is what you’d been dreaming about for weeks. “Please don’t stop.”

As if a switch had been flipped in him, Bucky suddenly had his hands around your waist, flipping you over onto your back. He was still covered in grease, even more so now from working on the bike. His hands moved hungrily underneath your shirt, smearing the black substance along your heated skin. You felt like you were on fire, about to combust, when his lips suddenly crashed into yours. A moan escaped your lips and got lost in his mouth, as he brought your bottom lip between his teeth.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this? To touch you like this?” He growled into your neck, as he peppered it with quick and lustful kisses. “Too fucking long.”

“I- I saw the way you looked at me,” you managed to say, Bucky’s lips moving down to your collarbone and suckling there. “Like you were undressing me with your eyes.”

Bucky brought his eyes up to meet yours; those beautiful, swirling pools of blue. You felt your breath hitch at the sudden eye contact, your teeth biting on your bottom lip. You swore his face was made of marble, the beautiful creases by his eyes and even the tiny scar on his cheek so beautiful. You brought your hand up to trace the lines on his cheeks, and his eyes instinctively closed at your soft touch.

“You caught me,” he answered with a sly smile, his tongue snaking out to swipe over his plush bottom lip. “Now I want to undress you for real. Do you mind?”

His eyes were glinting with mischief and lust. How could you say no to someone so attractive? You shook your head no, unable to form words. Bucky quickly disposed of your grease covered t-shirt and bra, following with your cotton shorts. You suddenly remembered that you had failed to put on any panties today, suddenly self-consciously naked under his intimidating gaze. Bucky whistled, the sound echoing off the motel room walls.

“Would you look at that pretty pussy?” he groaned out, brushing his thumb softly across your already swollen clit. “Just as I imagined it would be.”

He got down on his knees at the end of the bed and put his palms underneath your ass to pull you closer to him. Your nipples were so sensitive and hard already, you couldn’t help but roll them between your fingers as you watched Bucky’s mouth come closer and closer to your dripping sex. “What do you say I make you purr like Steve’s bike outside, hmm?”

Before you could even answer, his soft lips were wrapped around your clit. At first, his tongue moved in torturous circles around your bundle of nerves, before sucking it into his mouth and making your toes curl. Every few seconds he’d stop, allowing you to catch your breath and swiping his tongue inside you to taste your juices, before sucking your clit into his mouth again and again. You were so close to cumming already and he could tell, your entire body trembling, your legs instinctively trying to close around his head. Bucky inserted one of his thick fingers inside you, growling at your walls pulsing around it.

“Fuck,” he growled, curling up his finger to brush perfectly against your g-spot. “Let me feel you cum, Y/N.”

That’s all it took for your orgasm to crash through you in a violent wave, your entire body jerking on the bed, your moans reaching the ceiling.

“You’re so sweet and you taste even sweeter,” Bucky said, sucking your juices off his finger. Your entire chest and face was flushed scarlet from your orgasm, your pussy aching for Bucky to fill you up.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, tugging at his belt and pulling him closer.

“Tell me,” he commanded, brushing his thumb along your cheek.

“I need to feel you fill me,” you whispered, and his eyes lit up even more. His pants and boxers were pooled around his feet quicker than you could blink. You gasped at the sight of his hard, thick cock pointed right in your direction. You couldn’t help but reach your hand out to grab it, to feel the ridges and veins glide in your palm as you stroked him up and down. You licked the bead of precum off the tip of his cock, ensuring you made eye contact with him the entire time.

“Lay back,” he said, taking his cock into his own hand and lazily stroking it. He spread your legs apart with his free hand and ran the head along your slick folds, brushing it against your clit with each turn. He eased himself in slow, allowing your tight walls to accommodate his size. Bucky hissed between his teeth as he sunk himself deep inside you, feeling your sweetest spot against his sensitive tip. He pumped his hips into you at a slow pace at first, but you were already desperate for more friction, desperate for him to fuck the ever loving shit out of you.

“Faster,” you breathed out, the desperation in your voice thick and needy. “Harder. Fuck me.”

Bucky pumped into you faster and faster, the redness creeping up his chest as he fucked you deeper and deeper. His fingers dug into your ankles so deeply, he left marks. The sweat from his brow was dripping onto your stomach now,

“I’m going to fucking cum so deep inside you,” he grunted out between thrusts, the feeling of his hard cock pulling at your walls making you want to cum again. “I can’t hold it anymore.” You watched as Bucky’s face contorted and you felt his cock twitch inside you as he came, sending you over the brink yourself. You both moaned each other's’ names as you released, tingles pricking at your skin. He collapsed on top of you, the grease from his arms now rubbing all over you once more. Once you were both able to catch your breath, Bucky propped himself up on his elbow to look at you.

“You’re all dirty,” he said, a sly smirk on his face. “What do you say I go clean you up?”


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inevitable realizations ☼ peter parker

summary : peter’s always been a little bit in love with you, it just took a difficult night and warm, ever comforting words for him to come to the realization. intelligent he may be, but he’s a clueless teenage boy before anything else.

word count : 2.5k

   It was eleven o’clock at night and, as per usual, you were neglecting the sleep you desperately needed in order to finish up the notes on your assigned reading novel that were due in just a few short hours. You were never one to finish tasks, especially menial ones such as homework, in a timely fashion. This was just the tip of the iceberg. You briefly took off your glasses, rubbing your tired eyes that were now struggling to focus on the words in front of you properly. When you slipped them back over your nose, glancing up toward your bedroom window that lead out to the fire escape, you saw the familiar face of your best friend peering in through the glass in a way that was only slightly creepy. 

   Peter knocked rapidly on the glass, waving at you in the typical, hyperactive way that he always had about him. You jumped off your bed, reaching out to shut your bedroom door before walking over to the bay window and unlocking it. A rush of cold winter air nipped at your face the minute it swung open and Peter Parker shoved himself through. Visits from him in this particular manner were common, especially after a day’s work of fighting crime throughout various parts of New York, but not usually this late- and never without a text to alert you first.  

    “You must be freezing,” you shivered, closing the window quickly. “How long were you out there?” Making yourself comfortable on your bed once again, you propped open your book, ready to force him into helping you study. He didn’t answer. Instead, he drew his sweatshirt closer to his body, sliding to the floor beside your bed and leaning his head against the soft duvet. His curls were sticking up in every direction when he pulled his hood away, his cheeks and the tip of his nose a brilliant shade of red, but not from the bitter chill that was sweeping mercilessly over Queens. 

   You heard a distinct sniff, then another, then another. His breathing, already shallow from the frantic climbing he had done to reach your fire escape, became even more labored. He pulled his knees to his chest to hide his face. He felt you press yourself against him, your arms around his shoulders and across his chest before he could pull away in embarrassment. Your glasses creaked when they pushed too far into his shoulder. Neither of you moved. You clung to him and he sat there, silently shaking and leaning into your embrace as if it were the only thing keeping him from falling apart. 

   “Hey, hey, shh, shh, Peter, you’re okay,” you whispered, rubbing his back. “I’ve got you, I promise. You’ve gotta breathe, though, okay?” He was always ashamed of his sensitivity, but he couldn’t help it. He was a sensitive boy and he cried easily and had an awful lot of anxiety sometimes. Today was one of those days, with good reason. He nodded stiffly, maneuvering himself to hug you back, face pressed into your shoulder this time. 

   “It’s… the anniversary,” he said, his voice broken. “One year.” Hollow. “One year since- since Ben. One year tomorrow.” 

   He pulled away, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his oversized sweatshirt. There were traces of tears still making their way down his cheeks, sliding across his nose and down to his lips. He tried to rub them away, too, but you caught his wrist in your hand. 

   “You’re not wrong or less of a dude for crying, Peter.” The way you looked at him, so lovely and caring and worried, made his heart cry out for the safety of your embrace again. “Were you at the cemetery?” You matched his stance and rested the side of your cheek on your knee, still carefully studying his face. 

   “Yeah,” he exhaled, placing his chin in his palm. “I’m gonna go again in the morning with May. Gonna miss school. I- I probably should’ve, um, stayed with her tonight but I…” he trailed off, “I needed you.” He said it as he said most things to you, with his soft tone of voice and his hesitance that made him, him. He never really noticed until now. 

   “What are best friends for, right?”  

    “Yeah. Best friends.” 

    Ignoring the odd way those two words slipped out of his mouth, you said, “I’m sorry, Peter. I know you loved Uncle Ben so much. I’m sorry, you don’t deserve this. You and May don’t deserve this.” You reached out to him, your hand gripping his without an ounce of doubt. You had small hands and he didn’t but he felt a thousand times better when yours found his. “I’m always here for you. Do you wanna talk about it?” 

   Surprisingly, he shook his head adamantly. “No, no.” He squeezed your hand. “I kind of, um, just wanna go to bed. Crying like a little baby really tires a guy out, you know?” He gave a weak laugh, a tiny grin, and you smiled right back at him before pulling him to his feet. “Can I use the bathroom?” He needed to wash the sticky feeling of dry tears off his face, rub the sadness out of his eyes. He wanted to be strong for May when he got back in the morning. 

   “Of course, just be quiet. Mom and dad are asleep.” You padded across your rug and opened your door a crack, holding it in a specific way so that it wouldn’t creak when you let Peter through. He gave you a grateful squeeze of the hand again before disappearing into the bathroom. 

    He splashed water on his face, staring up at his reflection, at the water dripping off his eyelashes and the curling ends of the hair that was plastered to his forehead. He rubbed at his face and took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to cry anymore. You had sufficiently comforted him for the night. Peter could breathe again. 

   Peter quietly walked back down the hallway and into your bedroom, watching for a second as you pulled spare blankets down from a shelf in your closet and arranged them on your bay window. You had cleared your bed of your school supplies and had left the covers open for Peter to crawl into without a second though. Which he did. Your covers smelled quite lovely, actually. It was the scent of your perfume that you wore often enough for him to recognize the scent, and he wanted to fall asleep under the inviting covers that were laid out for him. Then, he saw you sit atop your window, about to lie down. 

   “Wait, why are you doing that?” He got out of bed and took your hand for the third time that night, growing accustomed to the feeling of it. He pulled you over to your bed. “You’re not sleeping on a stupid window. That’s ridiculous. I’ll take the window.” He spun you around and ignored the protestant noise you made, gripping your shoulders and sitting you down on the bed. 

   “I’m not letting you take the window, either!” You argued, yanking him back down on the bed. He huffed, glaring at you in a teasing manner. “C’mon, just take the bed. You need it more than I do.” His glare dropped to his lap, an idea rolling around in his head. “What?” 

   “Y/N, how about we just both take the bed?” He said finally, lifting his eyes back to yours. He wasn’t sure what made him say it, why he didn’t just take the floor like he probably should have, but the words were out there in the world and there wasn’t a way to take them back now. You bit your lip, then shrugged, scooting over. 

   “It is big enough for the two of us.” You turned away from him, turning off your lamp and getting under the covers. You heard Peter slide in next to you, but your back was toward him until he poked you sharply. “What’s wrong, Peter?” 

   “Can you- um, well-” 

   You flipped over on your side, just barely making out his face in the darkness of your room. “Do you want me to cuddle you?” Though you said in a teasing sort of tone, you were silently quite pleased when he mumbled a reluctant yes. You moved closer, one arm going around his waist and the other underneath him. Your head was on his chest, listening to the resilient beating of his heart. He placed his chin atop your head. He focused on the sound of your steady breaths until you were sleeping peacefully beside him. 

    He was so grateful for you- the person who stood by his side throughout anything and everything. You, so strong and beautiful and brave and comforting in his times of distress. You, who never seemed to waver in your loyalty to him. You, the very picture of loveliness and a girl who he’d very much like to- 

   His eyes flew open, and he almost jumped away from you. He didn’t want to risk you awakening, though, so he stayed put, freaking out internally rather than externally the way he was prone to doing. He had been thinking of kissing you. That was what he was going to say. Kiss. The thought had come so simply to his brain it was like he already thought the same thing for years. Maybe he had. It wasn’t like he was blind. You were a stunning girl, even if you didn’t think so yourself, you were his best friend, you were practically perfect and Peter would be an idiot to not adore you the way that he did. 

   Adore, adore, adore. Oh, boy. Peter glanced down at you, sleeping in his arms, and confirmed what he had so stupidly never noticed before. His infinitesimal, brief affection for Liz Allen had absolutely nothing on his all encompassing love for you. 


   Peter bid you goodbye that morning at six thirty sharp, before either of your parents had woken up for work. Before he slipped out your window and into the cracks early morning sunlight, he had pressed a gentle, chaste kiss to your cheek. It was only the briefest touch of his lips to your face, but you had held your face, right in that spot, for practically the entire day. Ned had questioned why, but you brushed him off with an answer of exhaustion. 

   The day after that, Peter returned to school, dragging Ned off to the side as soon as he stepped off the train platform. He had waited for the other boy purposely, seeking advice. 

   “I have a huge, gigantic, terrible awful problem right now, Ned!” He exclaimed as soon as he saw him, throwing his hands up in the air. “I need help.” 

   “Psychiatric help,” Michelle supplied, appearing out of nowhere as she usually did before walking down the path to school. 

   Ned shrugged. “She’s not wrong.” 

   Peter, frantic, seized Ned’s shoulders and shook him. “This is not a roast Peter session! This a cry for help! Help me, Ned Leeds!” 

   “Am I your only hope?” Peter wanted to scream. 

   “This isn’t the time for Star Wars puns, either!” Not waiting for Ned to quip back that every time was Star Wars time, Peter said, loudly, “I’m in love with Y/N and I don’t know what to do!” He ran his hands in his hair, wanting to pull it out. “I just- I just realized the other night! Everything just kind of, like, clicked and I’ve been so stupid. I should’ve realized it before, but of course I didn’t and now I have no idea what to do!” 

   “Wait, dude, you seriously have never noticed this before? Are you kidding me? Peter, you’re supposed to be the genius of the school. I feel let down.” Ned shook his head solemnly. “Dude, everyone knows you love her. Even Flash. That’s why he picks on her all the time. He likes pissing you off and nothing gets under your skin more than someone messing with Y/N. She’s the first one you told about being Spider-Man, you go to her for all your problems, you practically pee yourself racing to be her partner for almost everything- not science because science is our subject, but still. I figured you knew you loved her and just didn’t wanna talk about it because she’s out of your league.” 

   “Hey! I am not-” He stopped. “So what if I am? That’s not even the point. The point is that I love her. Me realizing it was inevitable, even if it took me like eighty years to get there. Doesn’t matter. I’ve gotta tell her, right?”

   “You totally should,” Ned encouraged. “She’s definitely in love with you, too.” 

    Hopefully, Peter grinned. “You really think so?” 

    “Anything’s possible!” 

    “The reassurance you give me is suffocating, Ned. Stop before I die.” 

    That day in gym class, Ned and Peter went off to the side to pretend they were doing stretches while you sat with Michelle and conversed about literature for the first half of the period. Your conversation, however, soon led off into other directions. 

    “Hey, MJ, have you ever… I don’t know, been in love?” 

    Michelle raised her eyebrows. “Only with crushing the patriarchy. Why? Have you?” The intuitive girl already knew your answer, of course, but she was invested in you and Peter’s love story and was desperate to hear the truth from your own lips. 

   You played with the hem of your shirt, thinking. Peter and Ned casually inched closer, having been listening to the conversation for quite sometime now. They were unapologetically nosy. “I think I am.” 

   “With who?” Peter clasped his hands together, silently pleading with the universe to grant him this one wish. I promise, universe, I’ll never ask for anything ever again in my whole life if you just let this girl love me back I swear I’ll be the best Spider-Man there ever was and I’ll protect New York until I’m eighty five just please oh my god please- 

   “With Peter.” 

   The gasp he let out was involuntary, but you didn’t hear him. He turned to Ned, his expression of shock, as well as elation, mirroring Peter’s own. Suddenly, Ned stood, shouting for the entire gym class to hear, “Y/N! Peter loves you too!” You looked up, Michelle’s happy and knowing smirk going unnoticed by you because the only thing you could focus on was Peter and what Ned had just declared. 

   The gym fell silent, every student turning to stare at you and Peter. You were frozen in shock up until the bell rang and everyone filed out quickly, leaving you and Peter alone. 

   “Did he mean it?” You asked, your sneakers squeaking against the floor as you closed the distance between you and Peter, your head tilted to meet his. 

   “It’s the truest thing anyone has ever said.” His lips met yours, and the slant of his mouth against your own was a feeling you could definitely come to adore more than you already did after just one kiss. 

the true beauty and the beast ‘gay moment’

  • “who needs her when you’ve got us?”
  • “it’s never going to happen ladies”
  • “I’m not done with you yet” - “me neither”
  • LeFou looking dreamy and biting his bottom lip when Gaston says “picture it LeFou (…) adorable children running around while my love rubs my tired feet”
  • LeFou’s dreamy look turning into a frown the second Gaston adds ‘but what does Belle say?”
  • the whole Gaston song
  • “LeFou you’re the best. How is it no girl has snatched you up yet?” - “I’ve been told I’m clingy, but I really don’t get it” + the Look
  • the nose boop
  • the dance with Stanley at the end

basically pretty much all the lefou scenes were gay because he’s gay af it wasn’t even subtext it was obvious and subtle at the same time goodbye

Interrupted : Joe Sugg Smut

(requested) - changed it a little oops

“Oh my god, I frickin love this one!” Zoe said excitedly as Harry Potter and the goblet of fire began to play on the TV.

You and your boyfriend Joe were staying with Zoe and Alfie for a few nights at their house. It had been a while since you had seen them so it was quite nice to catch up and spend some time with them.

However, Alfie was out late with Sean and Dave as they were working on a van, turning it into a campervan or something. So you and Zoe had decided to have a girly night and watch some films, of course you both had popped out to M&S beforehand to get some snacks. Joe left you both to it as he had some editing to do, so Zoe had run him a bath and he was upstairs editing in the spare room – where you and Joe were staying.

“I always found this one really scary though.” You said to Zoe, pulling the blanket closer to your body.

“Yeah, if you think about it these films are actually quite scary.” Zoe pointed out.

“I mean… If I get scared watching them then I can imagine lots of other people do.”

Time went by as you and Zoe watched the film. Nala was asleep next to Zoe on the sofa and Alfie still wasn’t back yet. You checked the time.

“How is it half 11 already?” You said, not quite believing how fast the time has gone.

When there was no reply, you looked over at Zoe to find her fast asleep on the sofa. Typical.

You watched about 15 minutes more of the Harry Potter film before your phone buzzed. It was Joe.

‘What you doing? X’

You didn’t reply, the film was almost over so you would go up and see him soon. About 2 minutes later your phone buzzed again.

‘Y/N xx’

Joe hardly ever put kisses in texts unless he was missing you or in a loving mood.

‘Yes?’

‘Come to bed x’

This made you smile. You were feeling quite tired and would love nothing more right now than to go and see your boyfriend. The film was almost over so you decided to head up. You thought about waking Zoe, but decided against it as she’d probably wake up soon or Alfie will wake her when he gets home.

You folded the blanket you were using and placed it on the edge of the sofa. You silently walked out of the living and through the kitchen. You got up the first flight of stairs and opened the door to the spare room, revealing a half naked Joe in his boxers laying beside his laptop on the bed.

“Finally!” He smiled up at you, placing his laptop on the floor and stretching his arms out to you.

“How’s editing going?” You asked, shutting the door and moving over to him.

“Fine, but I missed you.” He pouted and pulled you by your wrists so you got onto the bed next to him.

“Aw babe. I missed you.” You replied, even though you were only apart for 2 hours or so and you were just downstairs.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his body, you wrapped your arms around his exposed waist.

“Joe!” You laughed when you felt something hard poke into your leg.

“I know, I really need you right now.” He told you truthfully.

“Well we’re in your sisters house so I don’t think so babe.” You laughed, getting up off the bed and into the en suite bathroom to brush your teeth.

“Fuck sake.” You heard Joe sigh as you walked away from him.

However, when you were almost done brushing your teeth you heard a light moan. Was he really doing this right now?

“Y/N.” You heard your boyfriend moan out. Even though you had just told him you wouldn’t do this with him here, you couldn’t help but feel very aroused at the thought of Joe touching himself to the thought of you.

You walked back into the bedroom and switched off the bathroom light. Joe was sat up, leaning against the head board with a hand wrapped around himself. His boxers were now on the floor. Even though this was the last situation that you would like to be in, you couldn’t deny that the sight in front of you made you weak at the knees. Joe’s eyes were drooping from the pleasure he was giving himself. His eyes never left you as he pumped his length at a steady pace.

“Please.” He whimpered.

That was all it took for you slip off your pyjamas and leave them on the floor at the end of the bed. Joe watched you the whole time you were getting undressed, and when you were finally fully naked, he picked up the pace of his hand movements.

“Can you honestly not wait?” You laughed, climbing onto the bed once again.

“I’m so fucking horny.” He groaned, finally moving from his position so that he could lean forward and press his lips against yours.

Lips still attached, Joe flipped you around so now your back was against the mattress and he was hovering over your exposed body.

Your hands went to Joe’s chest, feeling up and down his toned stomach. This was one of your favourite things about Joe – his abs were so defined and you loved it. One of his hands went next to your head to hold himself up, and the other went to the head board of the bed.

You broke the kiss and stared up at Joe with a smirk. He sent you a confused look.

“What?” He asked.

“I just really love you.”

“Well, Y/N, I love you so much more,” He smiled, kissing you again. “But we’ve got to be quiet.”

Without warning, Joe pushed himself into you. You had to hold yourself back from letting out a moan. You were so used to having sex with Joe at home and making as much nose as you wanted, when you had sex somewhere like this you always struggled to keep quiet.

It’s because Joe knew exactly how to make you feel good. Considering you’ve been together for around 2 years now, Joe knew your body. He loved to make you shake so hard when you cum and to scream out his name. Sex with him was always and intense and you loved it.

He rocked in and out of you, each thrust getting harder. The feeling of Joe’s bare skin on your own was such an intimate feeling which is why you were on the pill. It was such a nice feeling to have Joe completely inside you without a condom, it made the pleasure even more enjoyable and it made you feel closer to him.

“Babyyyy…” Joe moaned into your shoulder before nipping at the bare skin.

You took Joe’s hand that was holding onto on the head board and laced your fingers together. He gave your hand a squeezed and let out a gentle moan, trying his hardest not to make too much noise. Joe’s moans were the most angelic thing you’ve ever heard and you would do anything right now to hear his moans and groans echo throughout the room.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, making Joe stop his actions immediately. When the handle went down, he pulled out of you as quickly as he could and pulled the covers over you both, making it look casual. Thankfully, he was quick enough.

“Y/N?” Zoe opened up the door as she rubbed her tired eyes. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on the sofa!”

“I know! I mean… can’t say I was surprised!” You laughed.

You could hear Joe panting next to you, trying to catch his breath. His cheeks were red but Zoe didn’t suspect anything.

“We’ll have to have another girly night again soon, and I promise I won’t fall asleep.”

“Ok,  Zoe, I’ll believe it when I see it.” You laughed.

“I won’t!” She defended.

“Is Alfie still not back?” You asked.

“No, I’m think I’m going to ring him in a minute though. What are they doing? Surely they can’t get much done in the dark.” As Zoe spoke, you felt Joe’s hand trail up your thigh.

You didn’t think anything of it until he kept on getting closer and closer to your centre.

“Yeah, he’ll probably be back soon though.” You said to Zoe.

Joe’s fingers went to your clit, gently rubbing his fingertips against the sensitive area. You sucked in a breath, feeling uncomfortable with the situation but also still very horny.

“How many days has he been doing it for?” Joe piped up. You squeezed the duvet in your hand as Joe slid his middle finger into you.

“This is the third, I think they’re planning on finishing it on Saturday.” Zoe told her brother and he nodded.

“It’s quite cool that they’re doing this though,” He replied, sliding his finger in and out of you as you bit your bottom lip, trying your absolute hardest to refrain from moaning.

“I think it’s amazing! I can’t wait to see what it looks like when they’ve finished it,” Zoe said. “Well, I’m going to bed now so night you two.”

“Night, Zo.” Joe said, using her nickname.

“G-goodnight.” You literally almost face palmed yourself as you stuttered over your words.

“You alright Y/N?” As Zoe asked this, Joe added another finger.

“I’m fine.” You quickly said as Joe finger fucked you.

“Ok,” Zoe sent you an odd look. “Night!”

“I fucking hate you, Sugg.” You said to Joe as soon as Zoe shut the door.

“You hate me?” He repeated. “Looks like you don’t want me to finish you off then.”

Joe’s fingers left you and you whined at the loss of contact.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You groaned.

“Of course, m’lady.” Joe chuckled, hovering over you and finishing you both off.

Teen Wolf Preference

PREFERENCE: HE SAYS I LOVE YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Scott McCall

I couldn’t wrap my head around what just happened. Scott told me he loved me. He didn’t even realize he said it. He just said it and then went to lacrosse practice. Even worse now it seems as if he was avoiding me. I sighed slamming my head against my locker.

“ew you reek of desperation what’s got you so emotionally unstable?” My bestfriend Malia asked opening her locker that was beside mine.

“nothing it’s just that Scott might have said a thing but I’m not sure if he meant that thing he said and I guess if he didn’t mean it that would be okay but I want him to mean it and now I’m worried that he’ll be weired out that I want him to mean it and you know now he’s avoiding me which makes me think he actually didn’t mean it and I’m just so confused and that’s why I can’t stop rambling.” I said finally stopping to take a deep breath.

“well what did he say?” Malia asked slamming her locker door shut.

“well he said I love you.” I said looking at my shoes.

“wow.” She said looking at me.

“yeah I know.” I sighed again.

“well good luck with that.” Malia said walking away.

“thanks for all your help.” I called.

I let Lydia give me a ride home, I knew I couldn’t face Scott at least not yet. I was sitting at the kitchen island doing my homework when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to reveal Scott. He was smiling like the cute puppy that he is. I wondered if he was here to talk about the thing.

“hey did I leave my lacrosse jersey here?” He asked.

I rolled my eyes. Really Scott really?

“I don’t remember where I put it.” He added looking in his lacrosse bag.

“Yeah you don’t remember a lot of things lately.” I mumbled hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“wait what?” He asked stopping what he was doing and looked at me.

“No your jersey isn’t here. Need anything else?” I asked.

Scott gave me a confused look.

“are we okay?” Scott asked grabbing my shoulders.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’ll see you at the game tonight.” I said not looking at him.

“okay well I love you.” He said dropping his hands and picking his lacrosse bag back up.

My head snapped up as soon as the words left his lips.

“what did you just say?” I asked

“I said I love you. I told you earlier today. Did you not hear me?” He asked confused.

“I did but I didn’t think you knew you said it and then you were ignoring me and that made me think that you didn’t actually mean what you said and I was just so confused…” I started but was cut off by Scott’s lips on mine.

“of course I meant it. I wasn’t ignoring or at least wasn’t trying to I was just busy. But I mean it when I say I love you y/n.” Scott said resting his forehead against mine.

“I love you too Scott.”

Originally posted by deathcabjenny

Stiles Stilinski

It was as if my whole world was falling apart. I was trying to stay positive but the realization that my Stiles might be gone killed me. He was being possessed by an evil fox spirit and we had been trying everything to get him back but nothing was working. I was sitting on Scott’s couch as the pack discussed what to do next.

“killing him might be our only option.” Aiden said crossing his arms.

I stood up balling my fists.

“you even try to hurt him I swear to god I’ll take a handful of wolfsbane and shove it down your throat.” I growled at Aiden.

Aiden’s eyes got wide as I threatened him.

“look nobody is hurting or killing anyone okay were going to figure this out.” Scott said sighing.

I sat back down silently praying that we could get my Stiles back. I missed him. I missed how nervous he got around me and I miss how he geeked about everything. I was craving his touch and his lips. It killed me that he wasn’t here right now. The worst part is I think I’m in love with him and I’ll never get to tell him. Scott was about to say something else when the lights started flickering before going out completely.

“what’s going on?” Lydia asked panicking.

I heard Aiden growl and then glass shattering.

“It’s the oni and void, y/n Lydia get out of here.” Scott yelled.

I found Lydia’s hand in the dark and we started to sprint up the stairs. We got to the top but there was an oni blocking it. It pushed Lydia down the stairs before turning to me. I ran back down the stairs heading for Scott’s back door. I stopped seeing who was blocking the door.

“Stiles.” I breathed.

I knew it wasn’t him but I needed it to be.

“think again.” The void said laughing and approaching me.

I took a couple steps back but there was two oni members blocking me in.

“oops looks like you’re stuck here with me.” Void said laughing again.

I started to have a panic attack.

“Stiles please. I know you’re still in there. Please don’t do this. Stiles please.” I begged with tears in my eyes and in between shaky breaths.

Suddenly Void screamed. It looked like it was in pain.

“Y/n go now.” Stiles screamed moving out of the way.

“Stiles?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“hurry up I can’t fight it for long.” Stiles said groaning in pain.

I knew at that moment I should’ve ran but instead I walked over and kissed his lips. I needed him and I knew that if I didn’t do it now I might regret it.

“please y/n I don’t want to hurt you. I love you.” Stiles said letting a tear slip down his cheek.

Stiles pushed me towards the door and I ran. I ran until I couldn’t see the house anymore. I stopped to take a breath when I realized…

I didn’t say it back.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Derek Hale

“that was a close one.” I said wiping the sweat from my forehead.

“yeah speak for yourself.” my brother Scott said looking at the scratches that were healing on his torso.

“well you’ll heal.” Stiles said hopping in his jeep followed by Scott and myself.

We were trying to fight the alpha pack. Unfortunately our plan fell through so Ennis and Kali and the twins had chased us through the hospital. We managed to get away but not without a few bumps and bruises and well some scratches for Scott.

“Derek is going to lose his mind when he finds out.” Stiles said driving down the road towards Scott and I’s house.

“He’s not Scott’s alpha so it doesn’t matter.” I snapped from the back seat.

The truth is Derek acted like he controlled me all the time and it drove me crazy. Scott was my twin and I know he wouldn’t let anything happen to me but Derek for some reason thought he was incapable of protecting me. He treated me like I was a child. I couldn’t help without some comment from Derek.

“look Derek doesn’t have to know.” Scott said rubbing over his still healing chest.

“Damn Kali got you good.” I said looking at my brother with concern. 

Stiles pulled in our driveway and we were met with the hard glare of Derek Hale. Isaac stood behind him with a guilty look on his face. Damn I knew I shouldn’t have told him our plan.

“hey Derek buddy what’s happening.” Stiles said getting out of the jeep.

I got out with him glaring at Isaac.

“where’s Scott?” Derek asked Stiles but was looking at me.

“In the car uh sleeping yeah he was real tired.” Stiles said rubbing his neck nervously.

Scott hopped out of the car his chest still not fully healed.

“It was my idea Derek. The truth is I thought we could do it without you but if were going to take down an alpha pack we need everyone.” Scott said walking closer to Derek.

“Do you realize how stupid you guys are? You could’ve gotten hurt or even worse killed.” Derek growled.

He was talking to all three of us but I could tell it was mostly directed at me.

“well Scott did get hurt.” Stiles said causing Derek to growl at him.

Stiles held his hands up in surrender.

“We’re fine Derek we don’t need a babysitter.” I said brushing past him and walking in my house and up to my room.

A few hours passed when I heard someone open my door. I looked up to see Derek leaning against my door frame. I rolled my eyes turning back to my physics homework.

“here to lecture me some more?” I asked not looking up from my homework.

“I lectured all of you.” Derek said.

“please I know you were specifically directing that at me.” I said rolling my eyes and standing up.

“oh yeah and what makes you think that?” Derek growled.

“because you always do this to me that’s what! Derek you treat me like a child, okay you yell at me for wanting to help and gosh it’s like I can’t do anything without you criticizing me for it! Scott can protect me okay I don’t need you to babysit me all the freaking time.” I yelled letting all of my frustrations out.

Derek stood there for a minute not saying anything.

“I know he can, honestly you don’t need Scott either you could protect yourself I know that.” Derek said his voice just short of a whisper.

“then why do you keep yelling at me?” I asked more confused now than ever.  

“because I’m not good at this.” Derek said looking at my face now.

“good at what Derek?” I asked feeling my heart race from how close he was.

“look y/n I.” Derek started but stopped himself.

I sighed and turned around to go back to my homework but Derek grabbed my shoulder making me turn back around. In one swift movement he crashed his lips on mine pulling me close to his body. I kissed him back surprisingly.

“I love you.” he said looking down at his feet.

“Derek I don’t know what to say.” I whispered shocked at his confession.

“don’t say anything then.” Derek snapped turning around and walking out the door.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO ME?

Originally posted by thewolfbitme

Isaac Lahey

“has anyone seen Isaac lately?” I asked my friends at the lunch table.

Isaac has been kind of distance since the whole thing with the Darach and well the alpha twins who have been torturing him.

“I think I saw him near the cross country course.” Allison said looking up from her lunch.

I gave her a smile before making my way outside. I was stopped by Ethan and Aiden.

“where’s your little boyfriend?” Aiden said invading my personal space.

“we’ve been looking everywhere for him, we got some anger to let out.” Ethan added smirking at his twin.

“leave him alone.” I growled balling my fists.

I was just a human, a tiny one at that but I would beat them up if I had to.

“ooh getting feisty aren’t we baby.” Aiden said putting his hand on my arm.

“get off of me.” I said trying to shrug his hand off.

suddenly I heard a growl coming from behind me. Isaac grabbed Aiden’s hand flinging him to the ground.

“get away from her.” Isaac growled shoving me behind him.

“oh yeah what are you going to do about it.” Ethan taunted while Aiden got up.

Isaac’s eyes turned their golden color and his claws started protruding from his hands.

“Isaac this is what they want, they want to get this reaction out of you.” I said grabbing his arm. 

Isaac jerked his arm away before growling and running towards the twins. Ethan and Aiden took off running with Isaac close behind. I then took off after Isaac. I quickly lost sight of the three boys. I stumbled around in the woods until I heard a loud growl. I ran towards the source when I saw the twins holding Isaac by his arms. I looked around finding a sharp stick. I ran forward stabbing Aiden’s hand with it. He let out a growl dropping Isaac’s arm. Isaac grabbed Aiden throwing him into Ethan.

“I suggest you leave before I kill both of you.” Isaac threatened breathing heavily.

The twins smirked before leaving. Isaac turned to me now back to his normal self.

“are you okay? You shouldn’t have ran after them, that’s what they wanted.” I rambled checking his body for any signs of injuries.

“y/n i’m fine and I know but I couldn’t take him touching you.” Isaac said balling his fists again.

“look Isaac everything is okay, you can calm down now.” I said slowly unclenching his fists.

“no it’s not okay. I love you and their using it against me. I’m worried somebody is going to take you away from me.” Isaac said sighing.

I was silent for a couple seconds. This was the first time Isaac has told me he loves me.

“I love you too Isaac. I’m not going anywhere.” I finally said walking into his open arms.

I knew nothing could be bad now because Isaac and I loved each other and love was one of the strongest forces on earth.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Liam Dunbar

It was about 3 o'clock in the morning when I heard a light tap coming from my window. I opened my eye looking at the clock before sighing. Whoever is waking me up at this time better have a damn good reason for doing so! I walked over opening my window to see my boyfriend Liam about to throw another rock.

“Liam it’s 3 o'clock in the morning what are you doing?” I asked looking at him.

He looked like he hasn’t slept in days. He’s been really different lately and I didn’t know what was going on. He wouldn’t tell me either. He just said that he was fine but I knew he wasn’t.

“can I uh come up?” He asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“sure just let me go unlock the door.” I said turning from my window.

I heard a loud thud and suddenly Liam was in my room.

“how in the world did you…” I asked looking at him shocked.

“I’ve been practicing my jumping lately.” Liam shrugged sitting on my bed.

“Liam my room is on the second story.” I said looking at him.

“look that’s not important.” He said looking down at his feet.

I walked over sitting beside him. He looked so broken, it broke my heart seeing him so sad.

“Liam what’s wrong?” I asked grabbing his hands.

“I can’t sleep I keep having nightmares.” He confessed looking down ashamed of himself.

I pulled him to my chest playing with his hair.

“tell me about it.” I said softly.

“I keep seeing this creature it’s made of all bones and it’s trying to hurt you.” He said sitting up and looking at me.

I felt even worse now that he was having nightmares about me.  

“Liam I’m fine babe. Nobody is after me okay and there are no bone creatures.” I said resting a hand on his cheek.

“if only you knew.” Liam said putting his hand over mine.

I was confused by his statement.  

“knew what Liam. You know you can tell me anything right?” I said scooting closer to him.

It looked like he really wanted to tell me something.

“uh just that I love you.” He said pulling me into his arms.

“I love you too Liam.” I said cuddling closer to him.

I could tell he was keeping something from me though and I was going to find out what it was.

Originally posted by showandwrite

Brett Talbot

“Brett do you not see what this girl is doing to you?” Satomi screamed at her beta werewolf.

“She isn’t doing anything to me.” Brett defended.

I was standing hidden watching the whole thing go down. I knew Satomi didn’t like me but I never expected her to react like this.

“do I have to remind you what we are? Brett we are buddhist werewolves we don’t fight unless we necessarily have to are you forgetting that?” Satomi growled.

“it’s my fault not hers so stop blaming her for everything.” Brett growled back.

“she’s in a different pack, she’s dragging you in to their pack business. You keep getting hurt because of her. soon she’s going to get you killed. Not to mention she’s a former werewolf hunter.” Satomi seethed.

Her words stung. Brett was helping us a lot lately with the problems we were having in Beacon Hills with Theo and his chimera pack. I didn’t ask him too, he knew I could take care of myself but he insisted on helping. I tried my best to make sure he didn't get hurt. I was brainwashed by my grandfather into hurting werewolves but I’ve changed a lot since then thanks to Brett.

“she made some mistakes okay she isn’t perfect. But can I remind you that she saved all of our asses when the dead pool was going on. Lori and I wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for her. I’m not getting hurt because of her, she saved me physically and emotionally and you can’t handle that I might actually be really happy Satomi.” Brett growled his eyes glowing their golden yellow.

Satomi growled back flashing her red alpha eyes. I finally stepped out of the shadows getting her attention.

“Satomi.” I said lowly.

She growled glaring at me. Brett came over pushing me behind him.

“look Satomi I know you hate me and I’m sorry for everything but I’m not that same girl I was. I don’t want Brett involved either and trust me I’ve tried to get him to stay away but he won’t. I promise to protect him Satomi, I promise to keep him out of things from now on.” I said quickly glancing at Brett.

Satomi’s eyes turned back to their normal color as she took some deep breaths.

“Satomi I love her.” Brett said looking down at me.

I couldn’t fight the smile that crept on to my face. Brett loved me.

“you love her?” Satomi said looking at him with a small smile.

“very much.” Brett confessed wrapping his arms around me.

“do you love him?” Satomi asked looking at me.

I looked up at Brett smiling.

“yeah I do.” I said cuddling closer to him.

“that’s all I needed to hear then.” Satomi said looking at the both of us.

Originally posted by chimeracuddles

Theo Raeken

“he’s not good for you.” Scott said grabbing my arm and forcing me to look at him.

“can we remind you that he tried to destroy all of us.” Stiles said shaking me.

“seriously you’re pretty and could have anyone yet you pick Theo?” Malia said throwing her hands in the air.

I rolled my eyes and started walking away from my friends, but really they weren’t acting like friends right now.

“uh excuse me young lady where do you think you’re going?” Stiles said blocking me from leaving.

“Stiles move.” I growled trying to move him.

“Not until you tell me where you’re going.” He said stubbornly.

“except you’re not my father I don’t have too.” I said gripping his arm and moving him finally.

I may be a girl but I was strong and without the help of supernatural abilities.

“that’s a strong grip you got there.” Stiles said looking at his now red arm.

“look guys I know what you’re thinking but Theo is different okay He’s changed. He did also help us defeat the ghost riders are we forgetting about that? He’s hurt and he’s going through a rough time adjusting so could you at least give him a break.” I said looking at my friends faces.

“I don’t mind Theo.” Liam said finally walking in the room.

“see Liam knows what’s up." I said patting Liam’s shoulder.

"see you guys.” I said walking out the door.

Theo picked my up in his truck and we drove to an abandoned warehouse. On the way there we made small talk. He didn’t ask about the pack and I didn’t tell him anything.

“why are we here?” I asked looking around at the abandoned lot.

“thought we could be alone.” Theo said leaning in and capturing my lips in a kiss.

I didn’t waste time in kissing him back. Theo put his hands under my shirt lifting it over my head. I crawled over to his lap not breaking the kiss. Theo moaned as I moved my lips to his neck. That’s when I saw the pillow and blanket in his back seat.

“Theo what is that?” I asked pointing to his backseat.

He looked at me and sighed.

“It’s nothing y/n.” He said pulling my lips back on his.

I quickly pulled away not wanting to drop the subject.

“Theo are you staying in your car?” I asked looking in his eyes.

He looked so lonely so broken.

“does it matter?” He said shrugging his shoulders.

“what do you mean does it matter of course it matters!” I said moving back to the passenger seat.

Theo was about to respond but a knock on the window interrupted him. He rolled down the window to be met with a gun to his face.

“Theo.” I said my voice shaking.

We looked around and the car was surrounded by people but not just any people, hunters.

“Theo.” I said again this time with tears in my eyes.

Theo raised his hands in surrender.

“get out wolf boy." The hunter said with a grim voice.

 He started to open the door but I quickly grabbed his arm.

"y/n stop. If I don’t get out they’re going to hurt you. Now you listen to me okay. I’m going to get out and you’re going to jump in the drivers seat and get the hell out of here. promise me you’ll do that.” Theo said looking at me.

“No Theo you can’t they’ll kill you.” I said now fully sobbing.

“god damn just promise me” Theo growled.

“I promise.” I said my voice cracking.

“just remember that I love you okay.” Theo said kissing my lips before getting out of the car.

I did what he said quickly getting in the drivers seat and backing his truck out of the lot. I still heard the gunshots feeling my heartbreak after each shot was fired. I silently prayed that somehow he would survive because I loved him too.

so I wanted to try this out and I actually like how they all turned out. Comment if you think I should do more of these!

Love Galore | Billy Hargrove

Originally posted by cxhragrove

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader (fite me)

Summary: Inspired by the song “Love Galore” by SZA. Basically you’re Billy’s side chick that catches feelings. 

Words: 953

Song

Warnings: Implied/ Referenced Smut, slight language, mentions of abuse

A/N: LISTEN if you unfollow me because you don’t like Billy go ahead, but don’t send hate my way because I will block you and cry.  


Why you bother me when you know you don’t want me?
Why you bother me when you know you got a woman?

Why you bother me when you know you know better?

Your peaceful sleep was disturbed by the bed moving rather harshly. Rubbing your tired eyes your mind quickly recalling exactly what had taken place last night. The sudden flick of a lighter broke the silence, shifting your body to the other side your eyes took in the sight that was before you.

Billy Hargrove. Shirtless. Smoking a cigarette.

Feeling eyes on him, he smirked glancing at your smaller frame, taking in a drag of his cigarette. 

“Good morning.” you choked out weakly earning a low grunt in return. Desperately trying to strike up a conversation you continued “Are you staying over today?”

Billy sighed in annoyance.

“You know I can’t do that (Y/N).” He let out a puff of smoke with an exaggerated huff.

“I-I know it’s just I haven’t seen you in a while” You replied sheepishly, a little taken a back by his reaction. You and Billy weren’t dating, he made it very clear what kind of arrangement it was. He would call you whenever he was mad or stressed whether it be about his dad, Max, or his girlfriend and you would have sex. Normally you would have never agreed to being used like this, but Billy did something to you. It couldn’t be love though, that was against the “contract”. You both went to Hawkins and basically avoided each other outside of the bedroom or his car (or wherever he decided was appropriate at the time). He has his reputation to uphold and so did you. You were top of your class and guys like Billy usually didn’t associate with you.

Lately his calls became less frequent and even though you tried to find a boy that you hoped would finally take your mind far away from him, there you were after another night with him begging like a child for him to stay.

“I already told Carol I was feelin’ sick last night she’s probably gonna want to come over.” He deadpanned. Carol had been his girl for the past month, he had stopped calling and began showing up at your window. You moved yourself to the edge of the bed, back facing him.

“You’re serious about her aren’t you?” Your voice merely a whisper, but he heard and he let out a low chuckle, a pit formed in your stomach.

“The hell’s that suppose to mean?” Even though you couldn’t see him you knew his eyes were on you, you could basically feel his blue eyes piercing your soul. You didn’t respond. To be honest you didn’t even know what you meant. After what seemed like eons he spoke again. “If you got something to say stop beating around the damn bush” He spat, you flinched a little, surprised by his sudden change in tone.

“Why are you even here?” you mumbled.

“Sorry I didn’t quite catch that” You knew he had heard you loud and clear.

You turned to face him, making sure to emphasize every word “Why. Are. You. Here. Billy.?”

“You know damn well why I’m here.” He scoffed taking another drag of his cigarette not breaking eye contact. You knew this stand off was only going to end one way, but you had to let your feelings be known.

“I want to hear you say it.” You say louder.

“We have sex (Y/N). Great, stress relieving sex with no feelings attached. That’s why I’m here.” He spat. Tears began to form but you suppressed your feelings, quickly composing yourself.

“You have a girlfriend that I’m sure can give you that, why don’t you go have sex with her instead of playing with my feelings and treating me like shit?” You snapped, Billy was taken aback by the venom in your voice.

“(Y/N). You know we talked about this.” He said cautiously obviously picking up on your pissed off tone.

“I wait at the phone at night like a pathetic piece of shit waiting for you to call the goddamn phone. You don’t even care!” You knew Billy didn’t like being yelled at from him opening up about his abusive dad, you tried to give his behavior a pass, but his total disregard for others- for you.. sent you over the edge.

“(Y/N)…” He warned, hoping that you’d stop. No. You kept going.

“I swear to god you walk around like you’re the king of a castle-”

“Chill out-”

“What the hell Billy! You’re not the only one with feelings!”
“Jesus Christ!” He slammed his hand on the night stand,not phased by his actions you continued 

“You don’t even care about us!”

“There is no us goddammit!” His words shot through you like a bullet. His face was slightly red from screaming, his eyes sharp and uninviting. Billy was pissed, he put out his cigarette and climbed out of bed, quickly throwing on his clothes.

“Billy..” You call out in remorse.

“No. Screw this and Screw you.” You felt a pang in your chest, he slid on his shoes and started for the bedroom door. Immediately regretting the shouting match you had started you reached out for his leather jacket. Billy scoffed and yanked it from your hands. Tears threatening to fall again, you averted your eyes from his gaze, sniffling slightly.

“Billy, I-” Before you could choke out an apology the door to your bedroom slammed shut, you were almost surprised it didn’t come clean off the hinges. A minute later, you heard the harsh roar of his Camaro. He had left you, a mess on your bed. Unlike most times that he left you like this, you weren’t entirely sure he would come back.

It was toxic. But you loved it. You loved him.

And so you found yourself that night once again.

Waiting for him to call.

Call me lookin for ya

I be looking for ya

Got me looking forward to weekends with you baby

Long as we got..

Love, Love, Love, Long as we got..


A/N: I will retreat back into my hole now, thank you. (Requests are open)

Happily Ever After // Remus Lupin

 A/N: Don’t ask me what this trash is because I don’t know. I’ve been doing Driver’s Ed shit all week and my brain isn’t functioning properly sorry if this is terrible lmao. I don’t have the energy to edit this either pls don’t hate me 

Originally posted by mrsgarfieldxo

Remus woke with a start. Sharp, loud cries echoed through the dark bedroom. He let out a tired groan as he rubbed at his eyes, moving your arm off of his bare chest. He did his best to gracefully scoot out of the bed without waking you. Your chin slipped off his shoulder and rested softly on the corner of his pillow. A sleepy smile grew on his face as you stirred a little, mumbling his name and smiling in your sleep.

The baby in the crib at the window let out a piercing cry, and Remus winced, glancing at you. You’d woken up, but he didn’t need to know that. You watched him pad the rest of the way over to the white wooden crib after mentally deciding you were still sleeping. He peered down at the baby, smiling gently at her for a couple seconds as he fumbled with a beautiful lavender throw Lily had made for your daughter draped across a rocking chair Remus’ grandfather had built. You watched him through squinted eyes and blurry vision as he lifted your daughter carefully from her crib. He swaddled her in the blanket, hushing her quietly and rocking her in his arms. He smiled softly at her, “Hello, my love. What’s the matter? Oh, sweetheart, stop crying. Nothing to fret over, angel. Daddy’s going to fix you right up.” 

You felt a smile grace your face as you watched Remus. You didn’t think you’d ever seen a more beautiful sight; your whole world standing together, painted in soft, pallid moonlight pouring through the open blinds. You watched Remus leave the room, coming back shortly with a bottle and your now quiet daughter. He took a seat in the rocking chair, lifting the bottle to the baby’s mouth. If she hadn’t been quiet before, she definitely was now. Remus gazed down at her, an expression full of love and adoration for the girl evident on his face. You wanted to giggle at the smile on his face; the ‘stupidly in love’ grin he always gave you. Your daughter finished the bottle up quickly, but still she remained restless. You frowned. A bottle normally put her right back to sleep. You contemplated getting up to give Remus a break, but then he began talking to the child, and as you listened, you decided you wouldn’t dare interrupt this.

“My beautiful little angel,” he whispered, staring down at her. He began to rock slowly. His fingers danced on the baby’s belly for a couple seconds. She laughed and Remus smiled wider. What a beautiful sound it was, her laugh. Your husband spoke again, “I was always a night owl, too. Your mummy though,” he paused to laugh, “well, that woman passes out at seven and doesn’t wake up until noon the next day. But, sometimes, she can’t sleep. It’s normal, darling, don’t worry. When Mummy can’t sleep, I always tell her stories. You want to hear a story, love? I believe you’re a tad too young to count sheep.”

Remus wiggled his fingers on your baby’s belly once more, causing her to let out a little shriek. “I’ll take that as a yes, then, Hope.”

Hope. You’d insisted on naming your daughter that. Not only was it Remus’ mother’s name, but it was exactly what Remus needed when she came around, and it was exactly what she delivered. After James, Lily, and Peter were killed and Sirius was taken to Azkaban, Remus had fallen into a deep hole of depression, and you couldn’t help him out of it. Most of your pregnancy was spent alone, and the stress of it all nearly killed you and Hope both, but you made it through. And when she was born, the twinkle in Remus’ eye return and with each passing day of having his child, he began to smile again and your hope for him to get better, his hope for a future, the hopes you shared for your baby and each other had been restored. That’s what your child was, pure hope.

You were torn from your thoughts as Remus’ silky voice filled the room again and the story began. “Once upon a time, there lived a princess; a beautiful, kind girl with the prettiest, fairest smile and a knack for loving things others thought unlovable. I know what you’re thinking, darling. This already sounds a lot like ‘Beauty and The Beast.’ Perhaps it is, in a way. The princess lived in a glorious castle called Hogwarts where she ruled over her people in the Ravenclaw Tower, a place for the witty ones. The castle was a big place full of magic and wonder. Her loyal knights, Sir James and Sir Remus,” he paused and giggled quietly at himself, “lived in the Gryffindor tower, a place for the bravest of them all. And down deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts lived a slimy little man named Snivellus, a mad sorcerer who wanted to see the downfall of the Princess Y/N and take her throne.”

You forced back a laugh. Serverus Snape was many things, but he was not a mad sorcerer and only got the chance to see your downfall once, before it was quickly taken care of. Remus continued, “One day, Princess Y/N was with her best friend, Hademar the Owl, in Hogwarts’ Owlery writing a note to her parents, who lived far, far away. Sir Remus was off with his mate Sir James, chasing after the fair maiden Lily Evans. Sir James was hooked on her, and always had a new plan to steal Lily’s heart, which almost always involved Sir Remus doing something crazy. And so, the princess was left unprotected by her brave knights giving Slimy Snivellus the perfect chance to use his latest terrible sorcery on her. While the brave knights tried to coax Lily Evans into going on a date to Hogsmeade with the poor, lovestruck, hopeless Sir James, Snivellus sat in a dark corner with his pathetic chemistry set, brewing up a terrible poison. He had the perfect plan to steal Princess Y/N’s crown. He would dip a fresh apple into his nasty concoction and trick the princess into taking a bite, putting her in a deep sleep for the rest of your life.” He laughed a little, “And knowing Princess Y/N, it was a pretty good plan. Her subjects wouldn’t have a hard time believing she’d retired from her princess duties to sleep for the rest of eternity.”  

You could tell Hope was dozing, but Remus didn’t seem to care. He continued his story. “Greasy Ol’ Sniv slithered up the steps to the owlery, a shiny red apple in his hand. Sir Remus was still distracted with Sir James’ shenanigans and was nowhere to stop the villainous creature. Snivellus approached Princess Y/N with a sly, disgustingly menacing smile on his face and offered her the apple. She reached out to take the gift. You see, Princess Y/N was very kind and always believed in second chances. But, as soon as she touched the apple, Sir Remus felt a sick feeling in his stomach. He knew something was wrong. So, he pulled out is magical map and searched for Princess Y/N frantically. Once he found her, he raced to the owlery, wand in hand. What’s going to happen, my love? Hm, Hope? Think Dad- Sir Remus can save the day?”

You shifted slightly, becoming uncomfortable. Remus glanced at you, but you shut your eyes quickly. When you opened them up again, he was finishing up the story. “Just in time, Sir Remus burst through the door and shouted a spell, knocking the poisoned apple out of the princess’ hand. She started to shout at Sir Remus, not letting him explain his side of the story before resorting to screaming, as usual.” You tried not to snort at that little comment. Remus just put on a stupid smirk and kept story-telling, “Sir James was right behind Sir Remus, sweet Lily hot on his trail. He put magical, unreakable handcuffs on greasy, slimy, disgusting Snivellus. Lily gave him a victorious kiss and Sir James nearly went into cardiac arrest. As for the princess, she’d stopped yelling and allowed Sir Remus some speaking time. He finished his explanation of why he’d saved her ungrateful, shouting life with a brave smile and the princess’ heart thumped out of her chest – her very nice chest. She jumped for joy and thanked Sir Remus a million hundred times. She gave him lots of thank you kisses, and thank you other things, and eventually told Sir Remus that she was in love with him. Yeah, she was so whipped, Hope. After begging a million times, the princess finally convinced Sir Remus to marry her. As for Sir James and the fair maiden Lily Evans, they had a big beautiful wedding and loved each other until the very end…and still do. The Hogwarts castle was a peace with its new Prince and Princess and Daddy and Mummy lived happily ever after.”

Remus kissed the top of Hope’s head. He stood up and placed the sleeping baby back in her crib carefully with a whisper, “The End. Goodnight, my love. Daddy loves you so much, Hope.”

With a yawn, he sleepily walked back to the bed, laying down carefully beside you. You pursed your lips and shuffled around, coming to lay on his chest after he’d burrowed back into the blankets. You smiled, “Princess Y/N, huh?”

Remus let out a loud groan before pushing your giggling figure off his chest, rolling over on his side and hiding his crimson cheeks. You laughed, placing a soft kiss on his cheek and wrapping your arms and legs around him, “Goodnight, my brave prince.”