why the hell am i outside looking at this normal sized moon

Expecting a Wolf - Request

Requested by anon: can i ask one reader lupin in which she is pregnant but is affraid of telling him, and he finds out because of her tummy and gets mad cause he thinks she wouldnt tell her and then fluff <3?

Pairing: Remus x reader

Word count: 1.900+

Warnings: Lots of shouting. Terrible ending (I’m very sorry!)

A/N: Ugh baby week is here!
Also, today’s hidden word is courtesy of @valisiofdauntless: Picklesticks - Pickles on a stick (According to the Urban Dictionary) ;)

Thank you to my lovely betas Anna and @withmycharacterstilltheend (Jess) for helping me out with this one. You rock!

Enjoy!

Originally posted by leakycauldron

“So if a werewolf was to… let’s say… Impregnate someone…” (Y/N) started, “would that baby be a werewolf too?”

“No dear,” Molly repeated for the umpteenth time, “the baby would be born human.”

“To become a werewolf, one must be bitten by another werewolf. It isn’t dancing around in the genetics of a person,” Hermione explained.

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To you, devils boy / Matt Murdock x reader

Originally posted by spderman

Gif source: http://spderman.tumblr.com/post/164432398759

Word count: 1484

Warnings: none

The moment Matt heard you, his heart skipped a beat. It was just like the first time. He heard your Dr Martens hit the floor with each step, coming closer to where he was seated. It was amazing how easily he filtered your sounds out of the noise at Josie’s bar, with all the drunks and the sounds of liquid being poured into glasses. And still, he could make out every single detail of you. Your slow walk, the way you twirled your hair around your finger, the clinging of your armbands against your wrists. And of course, the most obvious, that even Foggy could hear: your hissing sound to men who tried to hit on you.

Matt smiled, and counted the seconds. Four, three, two, one-

“He there, losers.” He heard you sit down on the bar stool next to him, and you gave him a friendly nutch  with your shoulder.

“As lovingly as always,” Foggy said. You winked at him before ordering a drink, and then turned back to your boys.

“So, how’s it going at the famous attorney’s office?” You nipped at your tequila.

“Well, I don’t know how’s it going at Landman and Zack, but-” Foggy teased and you let out a laugh. It was Matt’s favourite sound in the whole world. It was innocent and uncontrolled, unlike the rest of you.

“It’s going okay, I guess. We’ve had a few clients, so I guess we’re doing alright.” Foggy said. You raised your glass to him. “I’ll drink to that.” Foggy’s glass met yours with a big clash, and you cursed. Matt grinned again and raised his class. You softly clanged your glass against his. “To you, devils boy,” you murmured. Your voice was soft, almost a whisper, and Matt doubted that Foggy could’ve heard it. But Matt had heard it very clear and he raised his eyebrows. Was the nickname you gave him just a coincidence? Or did you know more? No, you couldn’t have. Matt had never told you about his night time activities. Or at least, not that he could remember.

Because he did tell you, one night. It was late, probably almost morning, when you two stumbled from the bar to Matt’s apartment. Matt was drunk, really drunk, and you felt the responsibility to accompany him to his house. Even if he wasn’t that drunk, you probably would’ve. You cared for him more than he knew of.

It took Matt four times to open the door to his apartment, and he started giggling. His arm was swung over your shoulder and you struggled, because he was heavier than you thought. You dragged him with you to the couch, where you dropped him. He fell backwards, in the soft cushions, and he smiled. His black hair was messy and sticked a little to his forehead. His tie was loosened up, and his shirt was half open, and he looked incredibly handsome in the sunlight that came from his windows. He looked a little like an angel, you thought. You looked at him adoringly for a few seconds, something you normally didn’t dare to do. “You know how amazing you are, right?” He said with a heavy tongue. “Like, to the moon amazing. Probably to the moon and back.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t even know what that means, Murdock.” You opened the door to his closet and started digging through the clothes, looking for sweatpants and a shirt.  

Matt just kept talking. “You know, you’re lucky your head isn’t the size of the moon. That would be like, really inconvenient.”

“Oh yeah?” You had stopped listening. “Interesting.”

Matt started to get up from the couch. “You know, my head does feel like the seize of the moon. And… Wait, what are you doing?” He stumbled towards you.

You looked up. “I’m looking for sweatpants. I don’t think you wanna sleep in your good pants, right?” Without thinking, you scanned the bottom shelf and your eyes fell on a heavy, iron box. What the hell?

“No!” Even drunk Matthew knew that the box contained secrets that you weren’t supposed to know. He tumbled forward and landed half on you, trying to keep you from opening the box.

You let out a cry of surprise as the drunk boy fell on you. His weight caused you to fall over, with Matt on top of you. If he wasn’t so drunk, this position would be very exciting. But his wide pupils and red cheeks reminded you that Matt was indeed very drunk, and therefore probably had no clue what he was doing. You pushed him off you and sat up. “What the hell, Matt?”

He looked guilty, a little like a lost puppy. “You weren’t supposed to see the box.”

“Why not?”

He shook his head. “Can’t tell you.”

“Fine,” you said. He relaxed a bit, till he saw you leaped forward to the box. “No!” He cried out again, and he launched himself at you once more. It was too late, because your fingers had already opened the iron box and threw the lid off. Matt fell on top of you, but you had already seen enough: a black and red suit, and a mask with two very familiar horns.

And that was two weeks ago. You had found out the morning after that Matt didn’t remember anything from his drunk adventure. And you had waited for him to tell you the truth himself, but now your patience was long gone. So you decided to tease him, so he would found out you knew.

You saw Matt’s eyebrows furrowing and you tried your best not to laugh. He looked so confused, and you secretly enjoyed it. You continued dropping subtle hints throughout the entire evening, which resulted Foggy into thinking you were already drunk. But you could see Matt’s mind racing every time you called him Devils boy, horny boy (which was one of your favourites) and Red. You also casually brought up vigilantes and superheroes, but Matt steered the conversation away from those subjects pretty quickly.

“Okay guys. I’m gonna go home, and I think you should too. But hé, who am I to order you anything? See you tomorrow, Matt. And y/n, take care, okay?” Foggy left the bar, and Matt immediately grabbed your arm. “Let’s go outside for a talk,” he whispered into your ear, before dragging you to a small alley next to Josie’s. He had a firm grip on your arm, but it didn’t hurt. He also didn’t let go.

“Come on, Red, what’s the matter?” You said, with a cheeky grin on your face.

Matt looked rather annoyed. “How do you know?” He said in a low voice.

“Know what?” You decided to play innocent, make him suffer a little bit longer.

Matt took a deep breath. “That I’m…” He didn’t finish his sentence, because he knew he didn’t have to. You let out a laugh. “Daredevil?”

He yanked you closer to him, so your face was just inches away from his. “How?”

Being this close to him suddenly made your knees weak. You saw his plump lips, the stubble on his chin and the little freckles on his nose. You had never seen those freckles before.

“How?” Matt said again.

“You told me yourself,” you whispered. Why were you suddenly so nervous? You had waited for this moment so long!

Matt looked confused. “You were drunk,” you explained with a dry throat. “Two weeks ago. I found the box with your gear, and you told me everything.” You noticed that his hands were on your arms, not gripping tightly anymore, but softly stroking the skin.

He looked speechless. “I won’t tell anyone,” you quickly added. He relaxed a bit. “I know,” he murmured. “Actually, I’m quite happy you know now.”

“You are?”

“You are so hard to keep secrets from. Like Jesus, y/n, you’re like a detective, sticking your nose in everything.”

You let out a laugh, and Matt smiled when he heard that sound. He brought his head closer to yours. “So did you enjoy it? Torturing me this evening?” He teased. You laughed again. “I did, actually, thank you.” He smiled too, and without thinking, you smashed your lips on his. You felt him freeze for a few seconds, and it made you think that you made a terribly mistake, but on the moment you wanted to pull back, he started kissing you back. His hand moved to the side of your face, cupping your cheek, and his other hand pulled you even closer. The blood rushed to your cheeks, and you lost yourself in this make out session. He softly bit on your bottom lip, and you pulled back. Matt looked at you with his eyebrows raised.

“Easy now, Red, or I might start to think you’ve got the devil in you.”

He grinned, and kissed you again.

[SUMMARY: John is trying to solve a case of mysterious murders of certain women, when he comes across you…the next victim.]

Note: this is my first John Winchester imagine…I don’t know, please let me know if you guys like it and if you would like another part.
Thanks for reading..:)
This story includes a little bit of Sam&Dean.

Smut/Fluff/Drama

John and Ava.

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