you two look...cozy

The Cliched Best Friend Story

IMAGINE: Blaise is best friend to (Y/N) and Draco. He’s also the best friend who sees everything between the two. He’s made it his sole mission to make sure that (Y/N) and Draco end up together. 

[gif is not mine.]

warnings:  none. fluff? 

words: 1586 

‘Maybe it was just how they acted around each other. Like their souls knew each other from years ago. They clicked. They were best friends. They belonged to each other.’ 

Blaise walked into the common room and was met with a familiar sight, “Well don’t you two look awfully cozy.” (Y/N) and Draco looked up from the couch and directed their gazes to Blaise and then to their intertwined legs. (Y/N) went back to reading her textbook while Draco gave Blaise a withering glare.

Blaise smiled at his best friends and sat down opposite of the couch they were sitting on, “Did you hear that Potter back talked to Snape again?” He received a semi-interested noise from (Y/N), however she never removed her focus from the book. Draco, once again ignored his friend, more interested in playing with (Y/N)’s hair and reading his newspaper.

Blaise leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. He watched in enjoyment as Draco leaned back more on the couch, now slouching however his legs and arms still managing to touch (Y/N)’s. She leaned back into the new position, this now allowed her to see his newspaper as well. This was one of Blaise’s pastimes, observing people especially (Y//N) and Draco. No matter what they said or denied, he truly believed that his two best friends were together. No one can stand Draco for that long, even if they were best friends since they were born. Everyone agreed that they’re somehow together, everyone in Hogwarts has the unofficial bet: ‘When Will (Y/N) and Draco finally admit that they love each other?’. Even Trelawney said that (Y/N) and Draco were highly compatible because their zodiac signs complimented each other which earned eyerolls from the two.

She brought out the best in Draco -the caring and protective side that no one hardly sees, but whenever she’s around or whenever (Y/N) is threatened, Draco will not back down until he hexes them to death, or get his father to liquify the said person’s accounts. He brought out the best in her too. She wasn’t the nicest Slytherin, but she was the most charming one in their house, making even the most hostile Gryffindor wouldn’t be able to deny her a favour if she asked.

Blaise was brought out of his musing when (Y/N) exclaimed in her seat, causing a very much startled Draco to look at her and drop the newspaper. “Is everything okay?”

(Y/N) nodded eagerly, she jumped up from the couch and ran to grab a quill and a piece of parchment, she mumbled to herself for a couple of minutes while scribbling hurriedly. “(Y/N)?” Draco said to her when she finally stopped writing.

She looked at him with a bright smile, one that he couldn’t help but copy, “Sorry. It’s just for the research that my father wants me to do. I found the article that can help it.”

Draco nodded, “I still don’t get why you’re doing this. Your father owns the law firm.”

(Y/N) arched her right brow and looked at Draco, “How many times do I have to tell you that I want to get accepted through my own volition, not because of my surname?”

“Is that supposed to be a dig at me,” Draco smirked and (Y/N) nodded. “That hurts,” he placed a hand on his heart and frowned.

“Shut it Malfoy,” she sat down next to him and looked at the newspaper. “Four across is wrong,” she spoke. Frowning, she looked at the words and the clues, “Got it.”

“It’s not wrong,” Draco bit back, then looked at the paper and frowned. He discreetly waved his wand and (Y/N) caught the action which caused her to laugh. “Don’t tell me what it is.”

They sat there for a good minute, all the while Blaise looking on, a small smile on his face. He watched as (Y/N) scooted closer to Draco, “I have a secret to tell you.”

Draco looked away from the paper, “What is it?”

(Y/N) looked at Blaise and winked, leaned in and whispered something in Draco’s ear. “(Y/N)! I told you not to tell me!”

She fell back into the couch laughing with her eyes closed. (Y/N) opened them again and saw that Draco was pouting, she wrapped her arms around her best friend. “I’m sorry.” She pulled him tighter, then once their faces were a hairsbreadth apart, a grin broke out of her face, “Not!” (Y/N) pushed Draco back into the couch and took off running.


Blaise watched as his two best friends tried ran around the common room, eventually exiting out of it and continuing their childish activity outside. Right then, sitting on the green leather couch, Blaise promised to himself that he would do anything to make sure that those two ended up together.

Conversations rang across the Great Hall, scrapes of knives against toast were also heard. Blaise walked into the hall, a plan in his mind. Last night, he asked Theo what he thought of the plan, all he received was an eye roll, then two minutes later a snore. He took it as an approval. Walking towards his table with confidence he watched as (Y/N) and Draco had their conversation as they sat around their group of friends. Even from the door he could see that their conversation only revolve around them.

“Draco,” he greeted as he sat down, then turned to (Y/N) and did the same. “I need a favour.”

Draco removed his focus from (Y/N) and looked at Blaise, “What is it?”

“There’s this girl that mother’s trying to set me up with and she’s travelled all the way from Italy to have a date with me.”

“I thought you were dating Ginny?” (Y/N) asked, gesturing her head towards the Gryffindor girl.

“I am. Mother won’t believe me that I’m dating a Weasley. So what do you say mate?” Blaise knew that jealousy was the cure to unspoken love. Just a drop will ensure that those two will proclaim their feelings to each other. Unless they were too stubborn too. Blaise hadn’t thought of that, he forgot how prideful the pair of snakes were.

Draco looked at (Y/N) who merely shrugged, “I can’t.”


“I don’t think my girlfriend will appreciate me going on a date with another woman.”

GIRLFRIEND? “Girlfriend?’ Blaise squeaked out. Draco had a girlfriend? A girlfriend. A girl who willingly wants to spend time with Malfoy?

Draco looked at his friend as if Blaise was the dumbest being alive, “Yeah,” he slowly nodded then gestured to (Y/N). “My girlfriend.”

Blaise turned to (Y/N) who had a slight blush and a smile on her face. “Whe..How…Whaaa?”

“Blaise, for the love of god you come from one of the most prestigious families in the world and you can’t even formulate a basic sentence?” (Y/N) remarked and she was rewarded with a low chuckle from Draco.

“But you said that you guys weren’t dating.”

“We said that two years ago,” (Y/N) looked at Blaise. “Are you well? Do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey?”

“When did this happen?”

“A year and a half ago,” Draco answered.


(Y/N) scrunched up her nose, not wanting to tell the story. It wasn’t embarrassing or anything but she knew if she told Blaise, then Blaise would tell Ginny, then Ginny would tell Ron then so on. Just as she was about to open her mouth, the bell rang. She gathered up her belongings, “Sorry must run off. Potions. Snape.” Draco soon followed and nodded his head towards his befuddled friend.

Blaise sat there for a good five minutes trying to figure just how he managed to miss the fact that his two best friends were dating for almost two years. Granted that they were both the most private people that Blaise ever knew and that (Y/N) hardly ever let anyone know anything about her. It took him 13 years to finally know her middle name and that was only because he broke into her father’s office and looked through documents.

“Mr. Zabini, I do hope that you plan on going to your classes and not catching flies all day with your mouth,” Dumbledore’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. He nodded and gave his thanks to the headmaster. As he walked to Potions, he still wondered how he missed the fact that his best friends were dating under his nose. Then a memory came to him.

It was around a year ago, he had detention with Flitwick on a Thursday and as he made his way after dinner he grumbled to himself. After his detention he made his way back to the dorm when he heard noises from one of the other classrooms. Quietly and sneakily as he could, Blaise walked up to the room and opened it slowly. He saw a familiar head, Dracos’ head specifically, and someone else’s. He couldn’t figure who it was.

If he stayed there for maybe another minute he would have figured out but he was rudely interrupted by Filch’s cat. The last thing he saw was brown hair and the last thing he heard was a breathy ‘Malfoy.’

Realisation came to him, “Bloody fuck. It was (Y/N) and Draco.” He blurted out not noticing that he was in Potions and opened the door. Eyes were on him, including (Y/N)’s and Draco’s.

“Mr. Zabini, detention with me this evening.” Snape bit out sharply. “Get to your seat.”

anonymous asked:

Which characters do you think would most likely wear a matching onesie with their s/o? I have no idea where this came from except that I'm currently wearing my own onesie. 😂

We have a secret for you, anon… Us admins had extensive onesie headcanons long before you sent this in. This was just fun to write, though! 
~Admins Emma, Alyx and Ellie

Asahi: You got him a Totoro onesie for his birthday; it was about 50% a joke, but it backfired, because he’s addicted to the thing. Suga makes fun of him and Noya judges the hell out of him but he doesn’t even care because he’s toasty as hell and he looks adorable, so there! The fact that it was a gift from you? Even better; plus it gives him extra excuses for extra cuddles, so it’s fantastic. It doesn’t really fit all that well, considering how tall and broad he is, but he doesn’t really care, so long as he’s comfortable.

Bokuto: Super pumped always. Super into cheesy matching stuff either way, but in his opinion, nothing beats a super cozy onesie. It’s cliche as hell, but he definitely has an owl one (he’s committed to his aesthetic). Problem is no matter what he does, it’s about two sizes too small in the shoulders and too short on the arms and legs, so he always has to roll his up and leave it a bit open on the collar. #Baraproblems

Kuroo: Nya, bitches! He wears his cat onesie with fucking pride and he’ll fight you if you say anything about it. Kuroo is social, studious, and dedicated as hell, so he’s out and about 90% of his life. When he has a day with just you, he refuses to human and just burritos in his cozy-ass onesie with coffee and Disney movies. If you manage to special-order one to fit his titan ass, he will be forever grateful.

Oikawa: Let’s be honest, he’s at least partly into it just for the cutesy couple selfie. To be fair, though, the two of you do look absolutely adorable. Besides, the things are cozy. What better to curl up in and watch alien movies with you? (Oikawa does have about a foot of ankle sticking out at the bottom, but that’s what his extensive sock collection is for.)

Ushijima: Honestly, he is down for just about anything you’re into, and if it’s matching onesies, then he won’t fight you. He might not 100% get it, but he must admit the thing is comfortable. Sadly, it is so small on him, he basically has to pull the ankle cuffs right under his knees, which sort of defeats the purpose, but all the better to admire those calves, really. Even if he totally overwhelms the little cow onesie you got him (“Ah, because the first character in my name means “cow.” I get it.”) he looks totally precious and is 100% down for snuggles no matter the wardrobe choices, so everything is great by his standards.

Tendou: Pokemon onesies, anyone? It really doesn’t matter which pokemon, Tendou will love it. However, he’ll look entirely too adorable in a pikachu one–his hair matches the cheek spots. Okay so maybe it’s like 50% adorable and 50% ridiculous, but you love him for it. Even when he keeps saying ‘pika pika!’ even after you told him that it was funny the first fifty times, Satori. It’s still worth it though, because eventually he will actually stop, and you get to enjoy the coziest, toastiest cuddles ever.


Imagine Dean trying to warm you up when the two of you get trapped

“Damn it!” Dean’s voice echoed off the walls, his hands turning into fists that beat at the door after his fifth attempt to open it failed.

“Told you it wouldn’t work.” You sighed in between chattering teeth, your breath visible in front of you.

“Told you it wouldn’t work.” Dean mocked you in a high pitch voice, his eyes rolling as he kicked the door in anger. “At least I’m trying to get us out of here.”

“I’m so cold I can barely feel my fingers let alone try to pick an enchanted lock that definitely won’t open.” Your arms wrapped even tighter around your body as you tried to keep what ever body heat you might have left as the room dropped to an even lower temperature.

“Should have said.” He mumbled as he dropped down beside you. He didn’t hesitate as he pulled off his own jacket and draped it over you.

“Dean I can’t-” You tried to protest but you were too weak to fight him off.

“Please sweetheart.” He settled down next to you, his arms coming down around your shoulders to stop you shivering. “Can’t have you freezing to death.”

“Thank you.” You smiled slightly, leaning into him. Considering he was in the same room as you, he was surprisingly warm.

“Anytime.” He grinned back at you before kissing your forehead. You weren’t sure how long you were trapped in there for, Dean had kept you distracted with talk of what you’ll do once you got out. You couldn’t help but laugh as he took your hand in his, rubbing to stop your fingers from turning blue before blowing hot air over them.

You said nothing as he slowly kissed each of your knuckles, the warmth of his lips ghosting over your skin. Your eyes locked for a brief moment before you found yourself leaning it.

“You two look cozy.” Sam smirked as burst through the door, the two of you jumping back in surprise.

“About god damn time!” Dean mumbled as he stood up, pulling you with him, the moment disappearing.

Proof Enough?

As fun as VidCon had been, Jack was incredibly happy to arrive back in London.

Meeting so many fans, talking with other creators, and answering questions on a panel had been amazing, along with exploring Amsterdam with some of his good friends. But nothing could beat coming back home to the one person he really wanted too see.

He and Joe had been texting basically nonstop since Jack left for the weekend, but since last night, the older man had gone mysteriously silent.

Jack didn’t think much of it, and thought perhaps Joe was going to surprise him at the airport, because they had missed each other a lot.

Yet when he stepped off the flight with Oli, there was no one to greet them, except some more excited fans.

After taking pictures and singing autographs, one thing Jack still hadn’t gotten used too, he climbed into a waiting car to head back to his flat. On the way, he decided to give Joe a call, but was met with only voicemail. He quickly wracked his brain to remember if Joe was in meetings or busy today, but Jack couldn’t come up with anything, and so with a quick conversation to the driver, his new destination was set.

He would be the one to surprise Joe instead.

Knocking on the door to his boyfriends flat, Jack let the bag on his shoulder fall to the floor, ready to wrap his arms around the other man.

But when the door swung open, he was met with a confused frown.

“What’re you doing here?” Joe asked, his hand still on the door, his body blocking the entrance into the flat.

“And hello to you too,” Jack smiled, going to step forward, but stopping as Joe took a half step back.

“Look, I’m really busy….and I didn’t think you were swinging by. Thought you’d be too tired.” Except Joe wasn’t looking at him when he spoke, and had yet to offer Jack a single smile.

“Oh, right.” His own smile faded, shuffling on his feet, “Then how about we do dinner tonight?”

“I have a lot to do…”


“Can I just call you when my calendar clears up?” Joe sighed running a hand through his hair, his eyes still focused somewhere just over Jack’s shoulder.

“Uhm, yeah, sure.” The younger man stepped back, bending over to pick up his bag, “Just call me.”

“Perfect. Bye.”

Before Jack could say a single word in reply, the door was shut in his face, leaving him wondering what the hell was going on with his boyfriend.

Over the next week, he waited for a phone call, a text, or even a snap, but there was no word from Joe.

He tried to ask their friends what was going on, but everyone claimed that Joe wasn’t acting any differently, that Jack was probably imagining it.

But he wasn’t, because it was very clear that Joe was ignoring him.

So a week after VidCon, Jack found himself standing outside of the older man’s flat once again, waiting for the door to open.

“Jack,” Joe sighed in greeting, “What are you doing here?”

“I haven’t seen you in over a bloody week, what’s wrong with wanting to see my boyfriend?!”

“So I am your boyfriend, am I?” Joe’s blue eyes flashed angrily, and Jack only grew more confused.

“What the hell does that mean?! Did we break up without me knowing?!”

“You just looked pretty cozy with some other people while in Amsterdam, so I wasn’t entirely sure.”

“Other people?” Jack mumbled to himself, and that was when everything clicked. “You’re jealous.”

“What? No.” Joe shook his head, turning and heading into the flat, leaving Jack to shut the door and follow.

“Who the hell are you jealous of, though? I only hung out with like three people. Oli, who you know I don’t think of that way. Niomi, but she’s got a boyfriend. And….” Jack trailed off, “And Andrea.”

Because he was watching Joe, he saw the way the older man tensed up at the name.

“You’re jealous of me hanging out with Andrea?” Jack couldn’t help but laugh, which only resulted in his boyfriend glaring over at him.

“I’m not bloody jealous!”

“You’re adorable,” The younger man shook his head, stepping closer to Joe. “Babe, you have nothing to be jealous of.”

“Which is why I’m not.” Joe replied tersely, his arms crossed tightly even as Jack wrapped his own around him.

“What do you want me to do to prove to you that you don’t have to be jealous? That I’m only yours?”

“Stop saying I’m jealous!” Joe huffed, trying to step out of Jack’s arms, but that only caused Jack to wrap them tighter around him.

“Not until you admit it.”

“You two just looked so bloody cozy! What was I supposed to think?!” Joe finally burst out, his eyes glaring over Jack’s shoulder.

“Joe,” The younger man shifted his head so their eyes met, “You and I were texting basically the entire time. Most of which was me telling you how much I missed you. And how excited I was to come home. Andrea and I are only friends. Nothing more.”

“I know that,” Joe mumbled, his arms relaxing and moving around Jack, “I just…I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Jack smiled, “But that doesn’t meant you have to get jealous.”

“Sorry if you flirt with everyone,” Joe rolled his eyes.

“I was not flirting with her!”

“Sure you weren’t,” He smirked, reaching up to kiss Jack, “Hi.”


“Have any ideas on how you’re going to prove that you only have eyes for me?” Joe teased.

“Hmm,” Jack hummed in response, “I have a few.”

Later that night, when Joe was scrolling through Twitter, he came across Jack’s plan.

@Jack_Maynard23: Apparently I have to prove that I only have eyes for one person. I won’t say names, because we aren’t out yet. But this is me proving it.

@Jack_Maynard23: Babe, I love you. And only you. Even when we’re miles and miles apart, you’re the one always on my mind. Remember that.

@Jack_Maynard23: Even if you are really cute when you get jealous ;)

“Is that proof enough?” Jack asked as he climbed into bed beside Joe, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend to pull him closer.

“More than enough,” Joe smiled, tossing his phone to the side to turn in Jack’s arms, kissing him slowly. They had lost time to make up for.

Old Wounds - Chapter Five


Jack pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before he knocked on the door of his parents’ suite. Dad was going to be pissed that he had left early without saying goodbye, and Mum would be disappointed in him, which was worse. His entire body ached from sleeping on the sofa. At some point while cuddling Gigi he’d fallen asleep. When he’d woken up she was gone and he’d barely had time to take a quick shower and throw on clean clothes before this brunch appointment with the family. He pushed his worries about Gigi out of his head, took an instant to check buttons and zippers, and then knocked.

A few moments later, Juniper opened the door.

“You’re early,” he said, not hiding the surprise in his voice. He still wasn’t used to Juniper coming to family events, though she’d been around more in the last year than she had for the several previous ones. And he couldn’t remember the last time she had been early to anything.

“You’re late,” she replied, turning away from the door, “but Gemma’s not here yet, so you should escape unscathed.”

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Aaron/Alex; modern AU, both of them crazy pet owners :p

Aaron is weaned on old money and a country estate. As such, he gets his baby food on a literal silver spoon and has more dress shoes than sneakers by the time he’s eight. The country part of the equation means he also grows up with three horses, twelve chickens, one rooster, two cats, two dogs, three goats, a parakeet, and one sad goldfish.

When Aaron leaves home, he leaves with his tuition paid in full and an invitation from the dean for lunch. He passes undergrad. He moves on to law school. His grandmother gets him a cat.

His grandparents die.

He drops out of law school.

The cat – well, the cat he keeps. Even though he’s pretty sure the cat would prefer not to stay. Aaron spent too many nights sleeping in the library when she was young, coming back only to tip kibble in the tin and leave again, for them to be much more than tolerated roommates.

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Do You Have To Do That? (7/?)

Pairing: The Avenger Team x Reader // Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: None so far

A/N: I have decided to re-write this for those of you who had started it, I’m going to start over I’m keep the first part and possibly a good portion of the second. But I am going to take it in a different direction. If you want to be tagged let me know, I’ll glad you add you.

(Sorry this has taken me so long with writing this!! I hit a major writer block with it till last night. I’m about to start part 6 for this today)

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Parts 1-5

“Have a fun night?” Nat leans against the frame of your doorway, smirking at you. You freeze, your heart jumped into your throat, you swallow going back to tying your sneaker, standing up you brush your hands down your work out leggings.

“I have no idea what you are talking about?” You keep your face completely expressionless as you tighten your ponytail adjusting your sports bra once more.

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HTTYD FanFiction: Under the Stars (Hiccstrid’s first date)

               Title: Under the Stars

               Requested by: ReptileGirl497

               Summary: Hiccup’s nervous about asking Astrid out on their first ever “date”.

               Genre: Romance (I guess… I’m not really good at it but I’ll try)

               Rating: K

               Time-line: After Blindsided but before Shell Shocked Part 1 (RTTE)

               Hiccup lifted his hand, letting it hover above the door knob uncertainly. Toothless let out a huff of exasperation from his place curled up by the wall of the hut. Hiccup looked at him, and Toothless merely rolled his eyes.

               “Hey, this is big, bud. I’m just… well… nervous.”

               Toothless huffed again, then his eyes brightened before he flopped over onto his back, his body smashing into the building and making a very loud noise.

               “Toothless! Sh-“

“Hiccup? That you?” came Astrid’s voice from inside. Hiccup glared at a smirking Toothless, before turning back to face the door.

“Uh, y-yeah it’s me!” he replied, shifting from one foot to another nervously. The door swung open, revealing Astrid Hofferson. Hiccup did a double take, not expecting her to be out of her armor. Her shoulder guards were gone, as was the skull belt around her waist. She was casually dressed, and for a moment, he wondered if maybe it was too late to ask…

“Uh, sorry, you look… like you’re…” Hiccup stuttered helplessly.

Astrid just smiled and placed a hand on her hip, “You’re here for a reason, now what is it?” She demanded.

Hiccup swallowed, casting Toothless a glance for any kind of help. But the dragon merely shrugged before rolling over, standing up, then stalking over to Stormfly, the two dragons beginning to play tag.

“Um, well…” Hiccup continued to stumble over his words. Finally, he took a deep breath and said carefully, “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a flight with me and Toothless?”

Astrid smiled brightly. “I’d love to!”

Hiccup sighed in relief, confused as to why he’d been nervous before. He should’ve known better. He grabbed her hand boldly and led her over to Toothless, climbing on before turning and holding a hand out to her. She smiled slowly before grabbing it and tossing herself up behind him, her arms going to wrap around his waist and her head resting on his shoulder. He smiled to himself before giving Toothless a little nudge with his foot, urging the dragon into the air. Not that Toothless needed it, Hiccup had explained what he wanted to do before they left.

“Stay here, Stormfly!” Astrid called out to her dragon. Stormfly squawked sadly, before perking up and beginning to preen herself.

Toothless climbed higher into the sky, making Astrid clinger tighter to Hiccup, her arms tightening around his waist. He grinned, rubbing a hand over her clasped hands around his stomach. She yelped and hung on harder.

“Hiccup Haddock, hang onto the saddle because if we crash I will not be happy!” She called out. Hiccup blushed and moved his hand back to the saddle, gripping onto it tightly. He could’ve sworn he saw Toothless smirk and even let out a small chuckle.

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39. I am no longer allowed to walk around the corridors in a fairy costume, just to walk around in a fairy costume.

A/N: Warning for homophobia, using a homophobic slur, fighting, and an allergic reaction to peanuts. Which may seem like a strange combination. But it will all make sense in the end. Maybe.

“I’m not gonna lie, I don’t know if I really want to be seen with you like this.”

“C’mon James, it’s not that big of a deal,” Sirius answered back, turning his body to move through the crowd so his large glittering fairy wings didn’t hit anyone.

James rolled his eyes, but didn’t answer, pointedly avoiding looking down at Sirius’ tight pale pink leotard with purple and silver glittering swirls.

It was one of their few Hogsmeade trips and Sirius was taking advantage of being away from the school by wearing his fairy costume.

He’d gotten the costume several weeks before, when he overheard a couple of kids picking on a smaller boy for being a ‘fairy’. They were beating on the kid, so Sirius stepped in and told them to scram. He pressured the boy to tell him what was going on, and the kid, whose name was Kenny, admitted that the other boys found out that he didn’t like girls.

“So?” Sirius had asked, not seeing the problem.

“So, I like boys. It’s not normal. I’m not normal. And these guys hate everything that isn’t normal,” Kenny had answered back despondently.

It made Sirius want to do something to try and help – and that’s when he got the idea.

He ordered the fairy costume and had it delivered, wearing it around the school’s hallways whenever he could.

He’d been told by Professor McGonagall he wasn’t allowed to wear the costume to class, but there was no explicit rule saying he couldn’t wear it in other places. 

So, here he was, proudly wearing his costume on their trip to Hogsmeade. He and his friends had just gotten some candy from Honeydukes and were walking to the Three Broomsticks to get some butterbeer.

He hadn’t told his friends about the experience with the bullies, mostly because Kenny begged him not to. He didn’t want the whole school finding out his sexual preference, and making his life worse than it already was.

Because it wasn’t anyone else’s business, Sirius agrees to stay quiet, (although he was adamant that there was nothing wrong with the boy) and instead decided to take on the silent role of justice, knowing his friends wouldn’t abandon him no matter how strangely he was dressed.

Sure enough, when he put on the costume that morning, his friends looked at him strangely, but they stayed by his side anyway.

As they navigated the busy crowd, Sirius spotted Kenny sitting over in the corner and waved happily, pulling along his friends to go meet with them.

“Hey guys, this is my friend, Kenny!” he said to his friends, pointing out the kid who was sitting with a dark-haired girl and was staring wide-eyed back at Sirius in his costume.

“Hey Kenny,” James said with a nod, clearly accepting that being Sirius’ friend meant you were automatically his friend too.

Kenny waved awkwardly at the four, obviously having no clue what he should do.

“How’s it going?” Sirius asked casually, leaning against the booth.

James whispered something to Remus nodded back and traded places with James as he went to grab the group butterbeer. Peter stepped closer as well, munching happily on his peanut brittle he’d purchased.

“Good, I guess?” Kenny answered nervously, his eyes raking Sirius’ body, lingering in some areas a little longer than others, “What are you doing?”

“Just hanging out at Hogsmeade. Same as you.” Sirius replied with a smile and a wink.

Kenny blushed profusely, opening and closing his mouth several times when a holler came from across the room.

“Would you look at that? Two fairies, getting cozy together.”

“Just lookin’ at ‘em makes me sick.”

Kenny’s shoulders immediately slumped as he tucked his chin into his chest, trying to make himself smaller.

Sirius turned around to see two guys sauntering up to his small group. They were both sneering over at Kenny and making their way closer.

The room went silent as everyone watched these boys, waiting to see what would happen.

“And, who are you?” Sirius asked, unimpressed.

One of the boys, a heavy guy with a crooked nose, opened his mouth to answer, but Sirius held up his hand to cut him off, “Nope. Don’t answer. I just remembered. I don’t actually care. Now run along boys, I’m sure you can find another seat in this place.”

“Sirius, what are you doing?” Remus muttered beneath his breath, leaning forward so Sirius could hear him.

“Just trust me on this,” Sirius answered back softly, sighing in relief when Remus nodded once in agreement.

“Hey! You can’t talk to me like that!”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sirius spoke sincerely, looking mildly troubled, “I didn’t realize – no matter. I’ll speak in a way you can understand,” he leaned forward and spoke in an exaggeratedly slow voice, using big arm motions with every word, and said loudly, “Seats. Here. Are. Full. Seats. Over. There. Empty. You. Go. There.”

Laughter spread throughout the room.

“Sirius,” Remus said in a warning tone, realizing the boy’s faces were turning an alarming shade of red.

Sirius waved off his concerns and folded his arms, waiting for storm to come.

“How dare you? I’m not gonna let some fairy talk to me like that!” The bigger one spat out, rolling up his sleeves.

“What’s going on?”

Peter looked down to see a little girl staring curiously at the scene. She had on a pink dress and had her bright blond hair in to pigtails.

“Why are those mean men yelling at the fairy?” she asked curiously.

“Uhh,” Peter said, his eyes wide, looking in between the small child and the fight that he was sure was just about to happen, “Where are your parents?”

The little girl shrugged.

Afraid she would be in the way, Peter pointed to an empty seat and said, “Why don’t you sit there.”

When she didn’t go right away, he handed her some of his peanut brittle, “Here. Now go.”

She nodded, satisfied, and jumped up into the seat, happily munching on the corner of the candy.

Peter turned back to the others.

You want to fight me?” Sirius said with a disbelieving laugh, shooting a wink at Remus.

“I want you to stop parading yourself around with your boyfriend. Learn how to act like a real man.”

Sirius squinted his eyes in confusion, “My – who?”

He glanced over at Remus, whose eyes were wide, as they both realized they were talking about him.

Sirius shook his head, “Oh, no, he’s not my boyfriend. I mean, he’s a boy, and he’s my friend, but he’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend. A close friend, yes, but we’re not – we’re not together. In that way.”

He quickly turn over to Remus and Kenny, lifting his hands in front of his body in a defensive position, and continued, “Not that there’s anything wrong with having a boyfriend. Or with you being my boyfriend. You’re very – boyfriend material. Any bloke would be lucky to have you.”

“Yes, thank you, I think we get your point now,” Remus replied pointedly.

“I wish I could just get rid of every one of ya. That’d take care of the problem,” the big guy said to his friend, spitting on the ground in disgust.

The room went quiet at the threat, and Sirius turned back around slowly, his voice dangerously soft as he answered back, “Excuse me? Did you just make a direct threat against me?”

“So what if I did?” the guy said mockingly, cracking his knuckles.

Sirius stretched his neck, his lips pursed, and reached back to take off part of his costume.

“Remus, hold my wings.”

Remus took the wings, holding them close to his chest, and stepped back.

Peter heard a couple of choking noises, and a small gasp for air, and glanced back to check on the little girl whose face was turning purple.

“Remus?” He asked panicky, tugging on Remus’ shirt sleeve.

“Not now, Peter,” Remus dismissed him immediately, refusing to take his eyes off of Sirius who was casually walking closer to the boy threatening him.

“Yes, now!” Peter answered, grabbing Remus’ arm and jerked him back to face the opposite direction.

Remus blinked once as he stared at the little girl, who now clearly couldn’t breathe.

“What happened?” he asked darting forward, ignoring the chanting in the room (FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT.) trying to egg on the fight that was about to happen.

“I don’t know!” Peter said, his voice going shriller with every syllable, “She doesn’t know where her parents are, so I gave her candy and told her to sit.”

“What candy did you give her?” Remus asked, grabbing Peter’s shirt and shaking him.

“It – it was just some peanut brittle!” Peter answered back.

Thinking quickly, Remus pulled out his wand, aimed it at the little girl, and yelled, “Redintegro corporis!

Almost immediately, the girl took a breath of air, choking as she tried to get more down into her lungs. Color was returning to her face, and she was looking a little less blotchy.

“What did you do?” Peter asked in awe.

“She was obviously allergic to peanuts!” Remus growled in return, setting the fairy wings down on the table and patting the girl gently on her back, “Are you okay?”

She nodded, sniffling quietly to herself, “I wanna go home.”

Remus looked around frantically, “Oh no, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

Seeing the wings on the table, he grabbed them and handed them to her, “See? Look at these. You want them?”

She nodded shyly and stood up so Remus could fit them onto her back (muttering a charm to make the straps smaller).

“Do I look pretty?” she asked, twirling on the seat.

“You look beautiful,” Remus answered, kicking Peter’s leg, “Tell her.”

“You’re very pretty,” Peter answered immediately.

She giggled happily, before her mouth formed and o-shape and she waved at a figure over at the door, “It’s my mom!”

Remus looked over and saw a woman looking frantically around the room.

“You better run to her,” he suggested.

“Do you want your wings back?” she asked.

Remus immediately shook his head, “No, between you and me, they look better on you than my friend, anyway.”

The girl gave Remus a quick kiss on the cheek and Peter a big hug, thanking him for the candy, and then ran to her mom who greeted her with a hug.

Remus smiled as he touched his cheek, before remembering what was happening behind him and turned back to Sirius and the bully who were still trading insults with each other.

The bully finally said, “That’s it - you’re done for.”

He cocked his arm back and stepped forward to punch.

Sirius ducked effortlessly and came back up on the other side of the swinging arm. He grabbed it and twisted it back so the arm was facing the wrong direction. The bully yelped at Sirius dropped him to the ground in one swift movement, and lifted his knee to push deep into his gut. He stepped back, looking bored as he stared at the crippled figure below.

Leaning over the boy, Sirius asked mockingly, “Was that man enough for ya?”

He looked over at the second bully who looked even more enraged, seeing his friend taken down so easily by someone wearing a leotard, “How about you? You want some of this too?”

Before the friend could step forward to attack, an arm appeared out of nowhere, hitting him square in the face and flopping him onto the ground with his friend.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there,” James said, stepping over the groaning body and back towards Sirius, “I was distracted by the masculine wingless fairy over here”.

Disbelieving laughter filled the room as everyone realized the fight was already over.

Leaving the two boys on the ground, they all turned back to continue what they were doing before.

Sirius sighed as James returned to the table, “You didn’t have to do that,” he said.

“Of course I did,” James answered back immediately, “You’re my best mate. An insult to you is a direct insult to me.”

“Thanks,” Sirius answered with a smile, clapping James on the back.

“You know I’ve got your back,” James replied, setting down a tray of six butterbeers on the table.

Ignoring the two figures on the floor, and pretending as though nothing were out of the ordinary, James held out a drink and said, “Now, I’ve got a drink here for Sirius, the Fairy Fighter –”

“I like that title,” Sirius said, accepting his drink.

“ – one for Remus, the boyfriend –“

“I’m never going to live that down, am I?” Sirius moaned, watching as Remus smirked as he took a sip.

“ – one for Peter, the reason why we have stranger danger stories –“

Peter’s face turned bright red, “You, uh, you saw that?”

James shot him a look before handing him a drink, slightly scolding him, “Don’t pass out candy anymore.”

Peter nodded glumly.

“ – and, finally, one for Kenny here and his lovely friend, whose name I never received.”

“Karen,” the girl replied immediately, accepting the drink, “and thanks.”

Kenny took the drink, his gaze never leaving the figures on the floor.

Glancing to make sure no one would hear over hear him, Sirius leaned forward to Kenny and whispered, “I don’t think they’ll be bothering you anymore.”

Kenny blinked twice, “You don’t?”

“Nah,” Sirius answered, “See, anytime they mention a fairy from here on out, you bet they’ll be reminded of this moment right now.”

Kenny looked up at Sirius, deep contemplation on his brow, before he finally came to a conclusion and said, “Thanks.”

Sirius winked at him right as Madame Rosmerta walked back out from the back store room, halting at the scene before her.

“What on earth happened here?” Madame Rosmerta asked, staring down at the two boys moaning on the floor.

Everyone in the room went silent and turned to look at Sirius.

Sirius merely shrugged, taking a casual sip from his mug, “They got beat up by a fairy.”

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With This Ring

[This is for the request - Can you write something where the reader has to go under cover as a couple with Morgan and Spencer is super jealous, maybe possessive Reid?]

“Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistible urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.” 
― J.R. WardDark Lover


“Since everyone’s been relayed their assignments I say we should get to work.”

“Oh, do you need me back in the lair yet? I want to help with Y/N’s makeup.”

You smirked over at Garcia. “In emergencies I have been known to be able to pretty myself up.”

“But you need to take it up a level, you’re going to be out there at night, you have to shine if you want to catch the unsub’s attention.”

Hotch actually smiled at this. “She’s right.”

Garcia slapped your arm before turning to JJ. “And we have to find the perfect dress!”

“What do we need a dress for?

“You’re late, Reid.”

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Aunt reader and uncle Qrow

K but aunt y/n and uncle qrow always bringing the best gifts qrow taught Ruby while y/n helped Yang control her anger like these are things I need. Couple reader and Qrow with their nieces.   Submitted by anonymous

Anon, I love you.


“Babe, you don’t have to bribe the girls to make them like you.” Qrow looked at you from his spot on your couch. He certainly looked at home, feet on the coffee table and arm slung across the back.

You finished putting your two nicely wrapped, well nice as you could, packages in your bag and frowned at him. “I’m not bribing them; I just want to make a good first impression.”

“Through bribery?” He gave you a cocky grin and you rolled your eyes, slinging the bag over your shoulder.

“Qrow, this is… we’ve been dating for almost four months and this is the first time I’m meeting your family. They’re not all blood related I know but I still want them to like me, y’know? I guess I think if I give your nieces a gift it’ll make me look better or… I don’t know.” You were rambling at this point, fiddling with the strap of your bag. You hadn’t wanted to let on how nervous you were, honestly you felt rather foolish. It was only his nieces and brother in law; it wasn’t like you were meeting his damn parents. You shuddered to think about how nervous you’d be if that were the case.

Qrow’s grin softened and he rose to his feet to take your head in his hands. You had no choice but to look him in the eyes. For once, he looked serious. “Listen, y/n, you have nothing to worry about. You’re perfect and they’re gonna see that. You can give them your gifts, I know they’ll eat that shit up, but they’ll love you more for just being yourself. Okay?”

You blinked “Wow Qrow, I had no idea you could be so good at pep talks.”

He kissed you before flopping back down on the couch, pulling a flask from his pocket “Yeah, well I think I’ve reached my ‘serious quota’ for the day. Tell me when you’re ready and we’ll head out.”

A mere few hours later, the two of you stood in front of the cozy looking home belonging to Qrow’s brother in law, Taiyang. You take a deep breath, giving Qrow’s hand a squeeze. You stroll up to the front door and knock. A moment later, a tall, blond man opened the door.

“Sup, Tai.” Qrow grinned lopsidedly.

“Qrow, always a pleasure.” Tai said in a way that suggested that wasn’t always true. When he looked down at you though, a genuine smile lit up his face. “You’re y/n, then? It’s nice to meet you. I’m glad this dusty old crow finally found someone who can stand him.”

“Come on, Tai, I’m the same age you are.” Qrow pouted.

“Hey, I’m not the one with grey streaks in his hair.” Tai smirked before turning back into the house and gesturing for you two to follow.

Qrow grumbled and ran a hand through his hair.

“I quite like the grey streaks.” You say, bumping your shoulder into his.

He smiles at you, and the two of you walk into the house.

“Girls!” Tai yells “Your uncle Qrow’s here with y/n!”

Immediately, you hear two sets of feet pounding through the second floor followed by two streaks of yellow and red shooting toward you.

“It’s you! Hi hi hi!” The red blur, ruby, said. She stood on her toes, looking up at you with a big toothy grin. If you were remembering correctly, Qrow said Ruby was ten and her sister Yang was about twelve.

Speaking of Yang, she had a bit of a better understanding of personal space than her sister, but she was obviously just as excited as her sister.

“So you’re y/n, it’s nice to meet you!”

You laughed, a bit caught off guard. “Yeah, it’s nice to meet you girls, too. Qrow has told me a lot about both of you.”

Ruby was bouncing on her heels like she could barely contain all the energy in her tiny body. “So are you gonna be our aunt one day or what?”

“Well I-“

“Ooo are we gonna have cousins!”

You’ve never seen Qrow move so fast as he put a hand on Ruby’s head and started messing her hair “All right, that’s enough outa you.” He coughed “Y/n, you had gifts?”

“Gifts!” The girls yelled at the same time.

“Ah! Yes, yes, one second.” You undid the clasp on your bag and pulled out the wrapped packages. “They’re just some things I picked out I though you girls would like, haha.”

The girls greedily snatched the packages, only saying a quick thank you after a gentle reprimand from their father.

“Wow!” Ruby held up the package of grimm figurines you’d gotten her.

“Oh man, I love Dahlia!” For Yang, you’d also gotten her an action figure, except hers was of one of her favorite hunters according to Qrow. This one was supposed to be poseable.

Tai laughed “Alright girls, since you like your gifts so much, I think y/n deserves a proper thank you.”

“Thank you, aunt y/n!” The girls said in chorus.

You blushed just a little “It’s no problem, really.”

You caught Qrow smiling at you from the corner of your eye. You started to smile back when suddenly Ruby pounced on him.

“Uncle Qrow, you know what we should do? We should show aunt y/n how good I’ve gotten with my scythe!”

Qrow chuckled “Sounds good to me, what do you think, aunt y/n?”

You laughed with him “I’d love to.”

Minutes later, you stood outside as Tai was fetching a set of training scythes.

“I still can’t believe you’re teaching a ten year old how to use a scythe.” You mumbled to Qrow.

“Well, the girls gotta learn someday, and it’s just a training scythe. She’ll get a real one when she starts at signal. Besides, didn’t you learn how to use your weapon at about her age?”

“Well now that’s entirely different.”

“Oh, suuure it is.” You smirked at each other.

“Where do you even get training scythes?” You asked


You were about to say something else when Tai came back with the scythes. “Alright, you know the usual lecture, be careful, don’t hurt yourselves, if I find any bruises on Ruby Qrow’s a dead man, you know the drill. And you better be careful, I have to go inside and take care of something.”

As Tai went inside, uncle and niece each took a scythe, really they were just scythe shaped pieces of wood, and prepared to spar. Ruby really was pretty good with that thing; you could see Qrow’s influence. Qrow was careful not to swing to hard, meanwhile Ruby looked like she was just fine leaving Qrow with a few bruises. She wasn’t malicious, just really enthusiastic. As you watched, you noticed Yang standing off to the side by the house, fiddling with her action figure and looking frustrated. You walk over to check on her.

“Hey Yang, what’s up?”

“The box said you were supposed to be able to move Dahlia’s arms but they won’t budge.” She muttured.

“Well maybe they’re just stuck after being in the box so long.”

Her frown deepened “But the last action figure I got did this to!” She tried forcing the arm to bend more.

“Yang it’s okay, you shouldn’t force it, it might-“

Snap. Dahlia’s plastic arm snapped off at the elbow joint. Yang just stared at it, you thought you saw tears in the corner of her eye.


“Ugh! Why do I break everything!” She threw the doll down and stormed off around the corner of the house.

“Yang!” You look after where she went before looking down at the doll. You pick it up. When she had thrown it down, the side of the head had formed a small crack.

“Y/n?” You look over to where Qrow was watching you, concerned. Ruby just looked confused.

“Keep practicing, I’ll talk to her.” You say

Qrow only nods, you swear you can see the ghost of a smile. You run to where you saw Yang go, doll in hand.


She’s sitting on the ground, knees hugged to her chest. She looks up as you approach. “Y/n,” She sniffs “I’m sorry. I just get mad sometimes and then I break stuff accidentally and, and I broke the gift you got me.”

“Hey, hey it’s okay, you didn’t mean to, it’s alright.”

“But you were so nice to get me that, and my stupid temper-“

“So you get mad easy, it’s okay, there are plenty of ways to deal with anger. There’s a popular method of counting down from ten to calm yourself.”

“Counting down?”

“Yeah, and if that doesn’t work, I know plenty of other methods. You know, I used to have anger problem when I was younger.”

She blinked “Really?”

You nodded “Oh yeah, I used to get mad at the drop of a hat. But I learned how to calm myself, and I can help you too. Okay?”

Yang rubbed her eyes and smiled at you “Okay.”

You smiled back “Great. And as for the figure, I can buy you another.”

“But I don’t want you to spend-“

“Or we can bandage this one up and make them look like they have awesome battle scars.”

Yang smiles wider “Yeah!” She takes your hand and the two of walk back to the front of the house. Qrow and Ruby were sitting with Tai on the lawn with glasses of water, two more set aside for you and Yang. Ruby waves to you as you approach, and as you catch Qrow’s eyes, you see a satisfied smile on his face.

(oops this got kinda long)


Pairing: Mark Pellegrino x Reader
Word count: 997
Warnings: Fluff.  Lots of fluff. Sickening amount of fluff as requested.
Request: ( Anonymous ) Fluffy Mark P where they are flying to a con and she falls asleep on his shoulder and it leads to fluff while at the con
Request: ( Anonymous ) I have a request if you want to. Can you do one from Mark P’s POV about the reader. They are on SPN together and attend a co-workers wedding and he works up the courage to ask her for a dance and things go from there. Maybe he sees her catch the bouquet and he knows he’s going to be the one to marry her

Authors Note #1: First anon, I changed it to a wedding – I hope that was okay !

Authors Note #2: I set this during Mark Sheppard and Sarah’s wedding.

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Riding Lessons; AJ Styles

Pairing: AJ X reader
Rating: Explicit
Length: 2,500, long

The animal is huge, and it smells bad. You were scared of horses, but AJ said you had no need to worry. You look at the horse with suspicion. You felt like, just the look in its eyes, was nefarious.

“Hey! Gettin’ familiar?” AJ asks, walking up behind you as you stand on the fence. He puts his hand on your lower back to support you as you climb down.

“No,” you reply. You’re still nervous. “Observing the enemy.”

“You think the horse is your enemy?” He asks with a smile. “That’s not the best thinking.”

“Why?” You ask. He’s your friend; has been for years, but you’re embarrassed to tell him you were scared. Like, it’s just another pet, right?

“Cause the horse can smell fear,” he explains. “If you’re afraid, then say so.” He puts a hand on your shoulder. It’s bare because you’re wearing a tank top. He’s touching a lot of your skin. You hold your breath as his hand slowly slides off you.

Despite the fences, the pasture rides out in front of you for miles. AJ told you the figure in acres, but you didn’t remember. Something rivaling Denali National Park. Okay, not really. Denali is like, six million acres. It was a big piece of land his family had owned for a century. The Ranch Styles. It was incredible.

“Well, we’re about to get on it, so you best make friends,” he says giving you a carrot and a sugar cube. “Hold your hand flat. He’ll accidentally bite your fingers if ya don’t.”

“And I’m supposed to trust him?!” You ask, offended.

“Yeah, but it’s also an animal, baby,” he says. You stand stock still, startled. It’s the first time he called you ‘baby’. And he walks away as if nothing happened. What the hell?

He saddles the horse. A gelding. He told you what that meant. Basically, a stallion with no balls. Calmer than a stallion or a mare. It was a 'safe’ horse. A 'well behaved animal’, but the word 'animal’ made you pause. You watched as he saddled the thing and couldn’t find a smile.

“Ready?” He asks.

“I… Um… I might be… Scared?” You put some doubt in there just to make your feelings known, but not official.

“You’re one stubborn bitch.” He laughs. You’re offended, but amused. “But you’re getting up on that horse with me.”

“With you? I didn’t know you’d be riding with me,” you say as he stands behind you and puts his hands on your shoulders. “You’re really gonna be up there with me?”

“Yeah!” He says empathetically. “Right there behind you. It’s gonna be great.”

“Wait? What?” You say. You look at him and he’s smiling.

“We’re riding together. You think I’d let you up there on your own? That’s crazy. I know you’re scared. You’d be bucked off in two seconds.” He laughs. “Get up there and I’m right behind you.”

“Okay,” you say, so you jump the fence, getting closer to this goddam horse than you ever wanted to be. You walk right up next to him.

“Here,” he says offering his help. He helps you onto the horse. You sit on the animal; still scared.

“Jesus Christ, help!” You say. Terrified. AJ is laughing as he climbs up behind you. His chest brushes your back. Your face heats up. What is this? You were never attracted to AJ before now.

“Help you what?” He says laughing.

“Uh, ride this horse,” you stammer. His chest is flush to your back as he reaches for the reigns. You breathe in and hold it. He’s so close. Why had you never been this close before? You’d touched hands, sat shoulder to shoulder, and neck rubs too. You’d just never been body to body like this. His wrists were resting on your thighs. Like, holy shit. You almost forgot the giant animal between your legs. Then it starts walking.

“Oh, God!” You squeak.

“Calm down,” he shushes you. “He knows you’re scared. It’s gonna make him act up. Just breathe.” He advises.

His breath on your ear is like fire. You follow his advice and the horse’s gate straightens, becomes more predictable. It’s actually nice. The geldings ears are expressive and it makes you smile. You don’t realize you’re laughing until AJ points it out.

“What’s funny?” He says and you can hear the smile on his face.

“Look at his ears,” you say amused.

“Do you think this horse is cute, baby?” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. You let your head fall against his chest. “Yessss!” You groan. He pulls on the reigns to stop the animal.

His hands pull dangerously close to your pussy. You gasp.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. “All we did was stop.”

“Nothing,” you whisper, picking your head back up. You felt dangerously vulnerable.

He drops the reigns. “You try,” he tells you.

You lead the horse to the pasture trail. It’s nice. He’s walking evenly, and AJ smells incredible. Somehow he’s overpowering the horse smell. Maybe if he was wearing 'sweat activated’ deodorant, that would explain it. But why would he be sweating so much?

“See, not so bad?” He whispers to you. All you can do is swallow and nod. Things are going so smooth you can finally focus. That’s the first time you realize his crotch is pressed directly to your back side, and you feel him stirring. “It’s almost fun, right?”

“Yeah,” you smile. You are honestly enjoying yourself. He feels good against you. You get wetter and wetter as you travel into the forest.

“Lunch break?” He asks, moving his hands from your waist to yours hips. You know what he means. It makes you nervous and excited.

You two stop and tie the horse off. There are ham and cheeses in the saddle bag. You sit in the shade and sip from a canteen as you eat your sandwiches. You remain quiet for a long time. The horse the only one making noise. Then he looks at you for a long time. You stare ahead. You try to ignore him staring at you.

“You’re beautiful,” he says quietly. “But you know that. What I’m saying is… I know it too.”

Your heart jumps at that. It was sweet of him to say, but you’re assuming motivation. He’s saying it for a reason. What was the reason? You’re dying waiting for an answer.

“Why are you telling me?” You ask, putting down your ham and cheese. There’s too much mayo on it anyway.

“Thought, you know, after you were so brave and all, you deserved a compliment.” He smiles at you. “I could tell you were scared to death, but we got all the way out here. You know,” he says, putting down his sandwich and leaning toward you. “Bravery isn’t the absence of fear. It’s looking fear in the eye and sayin’ 'not today’. You know what I mean?”

“I’m not fearless. I’m brave.” You admit, looking at the dirt between your feet.

“Brave is more commendable than fearless,” he says, putting fingers under your chin and tilting it up. He makes you look at him. The eye contact is intense. You want to smile, but the seriousness distracts you.

“I never knew there was a difference,” you whisper.

“Take it from someone who knows,” he replies gently. You nod. “Kiss me. You know you want to.”

His reasoning is sound. You lean forward and he meets you. Your lips connect and it feels like lightning. It’s incredible.

Never before today had you thought about kissing him. It had only been a few hours, but ever since he climbed up behind you on the horse, you’d been thinking about it. The thought was overwhelming in your mind. It was the reason your pre-occupying fear of the animal was in the background of your mind. Your lust for AJ had been filling that space.

“What’s this for?” You ask as his lips depart from yours.

“I been wantin’ to do that for a looooong time,” he replies.

“Really?” You ask, floored. He had been lusting after you? “How long?”

“When did we meet?” He replies. It steals your breath for a moment.

“Two-thousand eight,” you say, knowing you were eighteen at the time, and he was thirteen years your senior. You took a deep breath and try to chill for a second. “A May- December thing, huh?”

“More like June and September?” He smiles, making it a question. You realize you’re making him feel old, so you shut up and kiss him again. He moans into it and lays the two of you back on the grass. You look up at the pink sunset through the starkly green leaves of an ash tree. His leg glides over yours as you kiss in the shade. His erection presses to your hip. You groan at the contact.

“God, AJ,” you moan against his lips.

“There’s a blanket in the saddle bags,” he breaths into your ear. Your whole body heats up. “I can go get it.”

“Do that,” you whine. “Please, please, get it.”

“Okay,” he nods his head. Then kisses you once more before going to get it. You relent your grip on his jaw as he moves.

He walks to the horse awkwardly. You hold back a laugh. His gate, when he has an erection, is funny to you. So you look up at the sky. It’s beautiful.

“Get up,” he says quietly. You comply so he can lay the blanket where the two of you just got cozy.

Standing side by side, the two of you look at the blanket. It’s red plaid. It looks like a cotton blend, something soft you want your bare skin all over. He turns to you.

“Wanna get naked?” He asks with a smirk.

“Hell yes,” you say, pulling at the hem of your shirt.

“No, let me,” he says, gently taking the hem of your shirt himself. He slowly, deliberately pulls it over your head.

As his hands pulls your shirt off, you feel heat flood your whole body. Then you make eye contact with him. It’s too hot. You jump on him. Literally, you jump and put your legs around his waist and he holds you. His hands on the bare skin of your back feel like heaven.

He lays you down on the blanket and it feels just as good as you thought. It’s so goddam soft.

Eventually, your pants are off. Then your boots and underwear. Your bra is cast aside. His bear chest touches yours and you gasp at the contact.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he hisses against your neck. His breath is hot and it makes you hotter. Everything about him; you want more of it. You wrap your legs around him. You put your hands in his hair.

“Get rid of those jeans,” you demand, and he complies. He pulls down his jeans and his underwear.

“You ready?” He asks, fingers finding you wet. You gasp at the touch.

“Yes, AJ. Please,” you moan. He smiles and kisses you passionately. You sigh into it. You didn’t know he was so good at this. You never imagined he’d be so good at this. You were naked and writhing under him. It seems he’s enjoying this as much as you, and he isn’t even receiving as much pleasure as you.

“You want it?” He asks, ghosting his fingers over your nipple. “Jesus, I’ve imagined these tits, but- seein’ em’… So amazing.”

You giggle. “Thanks,” you whisper.

“You’re having a really hard time taking a compliment,” he smiles at you with soft eyes. You turn your head to the side, and giggle. You did have a hard time taking a compliment. You remembered him trying to compliment you years ago and you shook your head at him the whole time. Where were you two? Florida?

“So… I’m ready,” you can feel yourself blushing. He kisses your cheek and holds you close.

“Yeah?” He asks, lining himself up with your opening. You start panting. You couldn’t wait anymore.

“Yes,” you breathe and pull his hips toward you. His tip pushes into you. Both of you moan.

“Christ,” he breathes. “You’re so tight.” He pushes deeper in. You both moan. He wraps his arms around you and groans in your ear as he thrusts.

His hair brushes your cheek, and it reminds you that it’s AJ. AJ is inside you. Your friend, your teacher, and now your lover.

“Ah! AJ!” You cry out as he finds your spot. Your fingers dig into his muscular back as you moan.

“You like that?” He moans. His voice sounds incredible when he’s lost in pleasure.

“Yes,” you encourage him.

“You want more?” He asks. He thrusts harder and you gasp. He feels amazing inside you. You’re on fire with lust, and he’s fueling it.

He keeps going harder, and it feels so good. So, fucking good. God, you never thought he would be so good at fucking. You didn’t think about it until today.

You pull your legs back farther, and both of you moan. He’s good at this. You never imagined how good he was at this. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined kissing him, let alone this. Of all your sexual experiences, this would be near the top. No, it was number one.

“AJ!?” You call out to him, knowing he’s right there.

“Yes, baby?!” He calls back, sounding just as distressed.

“AJ, A- I’m gonna…!” You gasp.

“Do it. Do it. Do it!” He shouts from above. Your fingers curl into his hair, and his shoulder. Your thighs squeeze his sides. You’re completely rigid for a moment. Then all of you completely relaxes as your heart hammers in your chest.

“Jesus,” he groans as he pulls out of you and splashes hot cum all over your stomach.

To you, that was almost the hottest part of all this. You breathe heavy and come down as he lays by your side. You scan him from your position. He’s breathing hard, flushed, and his jeans are around his knees. He’s debauched, worn out, sexy. You know this isn’t your last time, but you’re glad it’s your first.

As you curl around him and make eye contact, something naughty occurs to you. A way to goad him into a second round.

With your first and middle finger you scoop some of his cum off your tummy. Then, slowly, deliberately, you bring those fingers to your mouth and suck on them, making moaning noises. It’s not hard cause his lust tastes so good on your tongue. He watches every millisecond.

His eyes follow every move. “Jesus,” he whispers. “Don’t you know I’m an old man?” He chuckles. “That I can’t get hard again fast enough?… ….Oh… never mind.” He smiles and then is on you; in you, again.

Everything has changed and you love every change.

As promised, a continuation of this prompt/imagine. This one might need a continuation too? I dunno…

Note: I’ve received a few new prompt requests today. I am officially closed to requests BUT I’ll take a look and see what I can do. :)

The office was bare, files and supplies already passed along to the necessary people, personal items in a box on your desk.

This was it. The last moments of your lastl day.

As you opened the top drawer of your desk, doing one final pass to be sure you didn’t miss anything. You spotted a photograph wedged in the back, stuck is the corner where the edges of the drawer met.

You fished it out and looked at it, smiling as you leaned against your desk.

The photo was a over year old, a snapshot from a small event sponsored by the DAs office. It was a candid capture of you and Barba, standing close and laughing, cheeks pink from too much champagne.

One of the secretaries had set the photo aside, teasing you about how cozy the two of you looked and you had brushed it off, making a joke how an open bar made everyone cozy.

You kept the photo, convincing yourself it was the perfect reminder to keep yourself to a two-drink minimum at work events.

But you knew that wasn’t the real reason you held on to it. You knew office party etiquette had nothing to do with the number of times you stared at the image of the two of you together.

“All packed?”

You held the photo to your side, looking up at Barba standing in your doorway.

“Looks that way. I thought you had a case?”

“Pled out this morning. Just got back.”


You had successfully avoided Barba for the past two weeks. After revealing more than you intended about the reasons for your departure, you were too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

“I’m glad I made it back in time.”


Barba frowned. “To see you before you left.”

“I would have said bye,” you lied.

“Really?” He shut the door to your tiny office behind him. “Because it kind of felt like you were avoiding me.”

“No, it’s just been hectic, wrapping everything up.”

You were fidgeting, the pent up energy of holding back the truth coming out in your less than graceful movements, the photo hidden in your hand slipping from your fingers and fluttering to the ground.

Barba bent over and picked it up, staring at it as he leaned against the desk beside you.

“It was stuck in the back of my desk drawer. One of the girls gave it to me ages ago.”

You were doing best not to let on what that photo meant to you.

“I remember that night.”

“You do?”

“Of course. That had been a terrible week and the last thing I wanted to do was put on a tux and go to this thing. As I recall, you saved me that night.”

“Saved you? I don’t remember that.”

“You don’t? I was talking to Rowley and he was going on and on about something stupid. You walked over and grabbed me, pretending to trip on your dress. He was so distracted with the whole thing he stopped telling his story, and I excused myself, saying I should help you sit down.”

You threw your head back and laughed, remembering the fall, although not quite the way Barba had.

“I would love to take credit for that, but I wasn’t pretending. That stupid gown was too long and I caught my heel in it. I thought for sure you knew I really tripped. I figured that’s why you sat with me the rest of the night, so I wouldn’t do any more damage to myself or others.”

“No, I sat with you because I was actually enjoying myself for once.”

He was still holding the picture up in front of him, but you looked up to see he was staring at you, not the photo. You reached over for the picture and turned away as you set it in the box. “It was a pretty fun night.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You kept your back turned.

“Tell you what?”

“You said I was the reason you didn’t want to leave.”

“I did.”


“Barba, please.”


You turned back around to find him right there in front of you.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to me.”


“Because I’m hoping it’s the same reason why I wish you were staying.”

You froze, waiting for him to say something more, but he just stood there in front of you, his eyes scanning your face for a reaction.

Finally, you shook your head and started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“Us. We’re spending an awful lot of words saying very little.”

Barba looked down at the floor and began to grin.

“Must be all that legal training. Admit nothing, deny everything.”

“How do two lawyer types ever date?”

Barba looked up at you, eyebrows raised.

“Is that you admitting something?”

“That depends.”


“What you plan on admitting.”

“Can I make my admissions over dinner tonight?”

At Home

For @ohmypaget who requested 20 (is that my shirt) and 30 (are you ticklish?) with Rossi

“Mi bella?” Dave calls from the hallway as you shrug on one of his old rock concert t-shirts. The pouring rain had hit during a walk in his immense yard and you hadn’t wanted to sit in wet clothes. You’d dug into Dave’s drawers and found a tee and a pair of his sweatpants. It wasn’t the nicest things that you’d done, but you’d been cold and you’d never really been the type to ask for permission.
“In here!” You call back yanking your clothes off of the floor.
“Are those my clothes?” He asks leaning against the doorframe, a glass of wine in each hand.
“Yea. What can I do with my wet clothes?”
“They look good on you.” He smirks and you laugh.
“Yea yea. Where should I put these?” You lift the wet clothes in your hands.
“We can throw them in the dryer and then sit in front of the fire.”
“Listening to an opera?”
“But of course my dear.” Being with him has been great for you culturally. You follow him to the laundry room and toss your clothes into the dryer then take one of the wine glasses from Dave. You clink your glasses tighter then he takes your hand and leads you to the living room where he’s pulled the love seat in front of the fireplace while you’d been changing.
“This looks cozy.” You smile over at him and the two of you sit and his hand curls around your waist brushing that sensitive spot that always makes you squirm.
“Ooh someone is ticklish!” Dave laughs.
“You won’t do that again if you don’t want red wine on the carpet.” You warn with a chuckle.
“Alright. Sorry bella.” He moves his hand up and you rest your head on his shoulder as the opera starts up.
“Beautiful.” You murmur, “This is nice. We should spend more evenings like this.”
“We should. I’m sorry I’m not home more.”
“I understand. The fact that you’re out there doing something you love, saving lives, I respect that.”
“You, are one hell of a woman.” He says kissing your temple. “One hell of a woman.”

Who is She?

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Words: 1711

Request: I accidentally deleted the request, but here you go whoever asked for it! :)

You watched the footage as Starkiller Base blew up into pieces. You and the rest of the crew back at the Resistence base cheered. 

“We did it, General! We got ‘em!” You heard Poe Dameron exclaim through the comm.

“Good work, Poe. Now get yourself and the rest of your squadron back here so we can celebrate.” General Organa said with a smile.

“Yes ma'am!”

You walked up to Leia, “This will definitely hinder the First Order and Snoke’s plans. I just hope it will delay them for a while.”

Leia nodded, “I hope so too. But for now, let’s celebrate this victory.”

You and everyone else on the base all crowded together in the hangar watching as the X-Wing squadron landed. As soon as Poe hopped out of the cockpit, everyone was cheering and patting him on the back.

“C'mon guys! It wasn’t just me! My team helped too!” The rest of the squadron stood next to Poe as everyone cheered with him. You smiled at Poe’s proud expression on his face.

“Let’s get this celebration started shall we?!” Poe yelled and everyone cheered. Next thing you knew, music was playing, people were dancing, people were drinking, everyone was having a great time!

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dates with blackpink

- okay so in the interview i’m basing this on Jisoo said she likes playing games on her phone
- so to make it more datey it’s at an arcade
- so
- arcade with Jisoo
- i can see her becoming really flirty and confident when you first enter the arcade
- so you’ll go into the games and she’ll get more and more competitive the more you two play
- but
- then
- you’ll end up winning her a teddy (cliché i know but it’s just too cut)
- and then all that competitiveness
- yeah that disappears
- and it’s replaced with a fluffy blushing Jisoo
- she’d take the teddy and then shyly kiss you on the cheek after saying thank you
- it would then be your turn to blush
- and then you’d go eat whilst continuing the be all fluffy and cute and yes that

- so i feel like dates with Jennie would be simple
- so going along with that
- you would be walking by the Han river
- one of her hands holding yours
- the other holding her camera
- you two would be both be dressed all cozy
- she looked at you all roundly and then when you look over at the river
- she sneakily take a picture of you
- you know them off guard candid pictures
- yeah them
- she would end up putting that picture as her lockscreen because she loves it so much
- so you’d walk to a near by coffee shop and grab some coffee to go
- carry on walking and she’s giggle about your guys dragon breath
- you know when you can see your breath in the cold
- and you’d just look at her like
- this cute nerd
- is she for real
- and then you’d just kinda grab her scarf and pull her towards you and tell her she’s a nerd
- and then you’d kiss her and pull away quickly
- then blush and drink your coffee and grab her hand
- and then carry on walking and taking pictures
- giggling about random things that come up

- so this baby loves books
- so i can see you two going to like an old quaint kinda bookshop with armchairs that just smells and feels warm and like home
- so you’d be in a corner together
- in an armchair
- all cuddled up
- you in her lap
- she’d have her favourite book (she’s into The Kite Runner right now so probably that)
- you’d be leaning on her
- your head in her neck
- playing with her hair lightly
- she’d be reading to you with that adorable ass accent
- she’d talk really softly as to not be so loud and it would hurt be really soothing
- it would honestly just be really relaxing and such a sweet time
- you two would probably talk about the books you two read to each other a lot as well
- just chatting and chilling and snuggling
- i need this please

- so she likes makeup
- so i see you guys probably going on a cute shopping date
- and then you’d end up in a makeup shop
- she would end up nerding out
- and become a majorly excited puppy
- she would take you around to every single bit
- and ask your opinion on whatever she wanted to buy
- you’d just look at at her in awe when she explain the difference between two products or as she rambled to you trying to decide which one she preferred
- and then she’d just decide she wants all of them
- so you’d pay and end up going back to the dorm with her
- and she would somehow convince you to let her do your makeup
- well all it really took was a slight pout and puppy dog eyes and you were putty in her hand
- she’d do your makeup and do hers as well
- and then you’d take so many cute couple selfies
- you guys would be #goals 

A/N: this is my first post so i hope you guys like it it’s based on this interview on this page

My Stilinski Twins II (Part 2) - Stiles Stilinski and Stuart Twombly Imagine

My Stilinski Twins II (Part 2) – TW Imagine (AU)

Prompt: Continuing off from Part 1 of My Stilinski Twins, you end up watching movies with Stuart and sleeping on his shoulder. Stiles finds you both the next morning, slightly annoyed and jealous. The next few weeks are a blur, as you become closer and closer with the two twins. What happens when Stiles decide to ask you out on a friendly date? Let’s find out!

A/N: 300th POST! Yay, part two! Sorry for all the mistakes, I hope you like thissssss x

Pairing: Stiles x Reader x Stuart

Word Count:  1761



Your POV

You and Stuart watched a few movies before sleeping. It was 11PM and you texted your mom that you were going to be sleeping over at your friend’s house. Surprisingly, she allowed you to. But of course, that’s what 16 years of good behavior grants you. It was a stormy night, the rain flooding Beacon Hills. You got scared of the thunder sounds, so Stuart decided to comfort you. He really did start to grow on you. He reminded you so much of Stiles, the fun and cute personality. You didn’t know why Stuart acted like a jackass this morning, but you didn’t want to bring it up. You were both sitting on the floor in his room now, watching the laptop in front of you as you both leaned against the wall for support. He grabbed a few pillows and blankets to make yourselves comfortable. After all, it was colder than before since it was pouring outside.

“Isn’t this a movie couple’s watch?” Stuart interrupted your thoughts, groaning at The Notebook. You blushed bright red, hoping he couldn’t see in the dark. The thought of you dating Stuart somehow left you all giddy and happy. “I wouldn’t know.” You blurted out, accidently telling him that you’ve never had a boyfriend before. Again, you started to blush like crazy. Your body temperature rose up, your palms becoming sweaty. Sure, it was okay if you didn’t have a boyfriend before. But you were in your senior year, and nowadays 12 year olds are dating 3 people a week. It was kind of embarrassing for yourself. “Wait, you’ve never had a boyfriend before?” He asked, frowning abit. “It doesn’t really matter.” You quickly said, trying to avoid the subject. “Interesting..” He muttered. You yawned, Stuart’s attention going back to you. “Tired?”

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Hidden - Part 2 (L.H.)

A/N: I have an idea for a Part 3, but it will be how you had started to work as Luke’s maid and how the two of you got together. Just let me know if you would like me to write that :) Also, I have posted an announcement here so check it out. I’m sure it’s something you’ll like!

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Part 1


Oh how wrong you had been to believe Luke when he said that the two of you would be together for the rest of your lives.
It was far from that.
After Queen Elizabeth’s party to seek a princess for her son to marry, you lost him.
You lost him to the one thing he always told you that you wouldn’t lose him to.
He had found himself a princess.
Do you want to know what the worst part was?
She was a complete sweetheart. A total opposite to those cliché love stories that you read so often about the girl being a complete bitch. So you couldn’t find it in yourself to hate her. She was beyond beautiful which was why you could see why he had chosen her. She was also a princess, something you could never be.
You laid on your bed in the room you shared with Bryana since maids - or any servant for that matter - had to have a roommate as you remembered the last few words he had said to you.
“I know that I always said that it would be you and me, but I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen, but it did. I found a princess, Y/N, and we’re getting married in six months time.”
It broke you to know that he no longer loved you like how you loved him. That four years of being together was all that you would have with him.
And you knew it too.
You knew from the very beginning that he would find someone else, someone much more worthy of him and you couldn’t even be mad at the fact that he did. You were mad at the fact that you had given him your heart, your entire being, when you knew that you would someday be left in the dust; nothing but a faint memory with nobody to blame but yourself.
Tomorrow was their wedding day and you didn’t think you could sit around and watch. It had been enough torture helping out with the planning.
You had packed yourself a small bag filled with just your basic necessities and quietly made your way out into the empty corridor.
You snuck your way around the palace and to the kitchen where there was a back door you could escape from to get to the sheds where the horses were kept. You planned on leaving before anyone could notice your absence.
You had made it halfway across the kitchen when a light came on.
You froze and turned to see Luke at the island with a snack in front of him, staring at you in confusion and… hurt?
No, he wasn’t allowed to be hurting when your heart had been ripped out a long time ago.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked you as he took in your appearance.
You gulped and looked down at your boots. “No where.”
He narrowed his eyes at you. “Don’t lie to me, Y/N. Were you about to sneak out?”
You looked away and nodded.
You heard his intake of breath. “Why?”
You closed your eyes to prevent any tears from falling. “I can’t be around you.”
You heard some shuffling and soon your chin was being grasped softly between his thumb and forefinger as he turned your head to face him. You opened your eyes and met Luke’s saddened blue ones.
“Why can’t you be around me?” He croaked.
Tears gathered into your eyes. “It’s not exactly a pleasant thing to watch the love of your life marry someone else, Luke.”
He bit his bottom lip as he struggled to say what he had to say. “Y/N, I’m getting married tomorrow. What we had… you need to forget about it.”
Hearing him say those words was like another stab to your already shattered heart. “I can only do that if I leave.”
He gave you a pleading look. “You can’t leave, Y/N. We may not be together, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve stopped caring about you.”
You let out a pity laugh. “I’m just a maid, Luke. You shouldn’t care about me at all.” You pulled away from him and ran out the door into the night, never looking back.

Prince Luke calls it quits!
Prince leaves Princess at the altar.
Prince Luke says he can’t marry her.
Prince Luke says he’s in love with someone else.

Those were only a few of the headlines you read from the newspapers a few days after you left Luke that night.
“Babe, he’s not doing so well,” Calum told you as he poured you a cup of tea.
You looked away from the newspaper and added some milk and sugar. “Why would he call if off though? I thought he loved her?”
Calum sat down at the table beside you. “He never really did tell you the full reason on why he said yes to marrying her, did he?”
You raised an eyebrow as you took a sip of your tea. “What reason? All he told me was that he had found himself a princess and that they were getting married in six months.”
Calum gave you a look. “He didn’t say that he didn’t love you.” He sighed. “It’s really not my place to tell, but I think you have a right to know.”
You placed your cup down and gave him your full attention. “Talk.”
He rubbed a hand over his face. “Okay, so you know how Liz had that party right? Well, one of the servants had told her about you and Luke. She confronted him about this and when he confirmed it, she refused to have him date a maid,” he made quotation marks around the word, “so she gave him a choice. Well, more like an ultimatum. He could marry a princess and you wouldn’t be affected in any way or…” He gave you a sad look, “You were to be killed the following morning.”
Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as you gasped in shock. “What?”
He nodded. “She didn’t approve of him dating someone of a lower status so she sought to rid herself of the main cause of the problem.” He looked you in the eyes. “You.” He then looked at both of your cups of tea. “Of course, Luke wouldn’t have you killed so he chose to marry her, but obviously seeing you leave him made him realize that he was losing you either way. So he didn’t end up marrying her.”
You sat there in silence as you took in all the new found information and also because you didn’t know what to say. Finally, you looked up at Calum. “Why didn’t he just tell me?” Your voice cracked as you held back a sob.
“Because I’d rather be unhappy for the rest of my life than watch you die,” a voice said from behind you.
You turned around, startled in your seat, as you took in the sight of Luke.
He looked as if he hadn’t gotten any sleep. His clothes were wrinkled, he had a lot of stubble on his face, and there were prominent dark circles under his eyes.
“I’ll let you guys talk…” Calum murmured as he silently slipped out of the room.
You stood up and he walked towards you until he was stood a few feet away from where you were stood, rooted in place.
“Why?” You breathed out in a whisper. His eyebrows furrowed at your question. “Why didn’t you tell me, Luke? Why didn’t you say anything?” Your voice wavered.
“Do you think it’s easy telling the person you’re in love with that if you didn’t stop seeing them, they would die?!” He tells you exasperated.
You looked away. “I would have had a better understanding as to why you would leave me…” You turned your head sharply to look him in the eye. “I told you, Luke! I told you from the very start that all I would do is cause you trouble and that has just been proven. I told you that you would find a princess one day to marry and that you shouldn’t have wasted your time with a maid like me. I’m worthless, Luke.”
He took two steps towards you and grasped your face in his hands. “You are not worthless, Y/N. I will always tell you that because I will always think that of you. You have been my last since the first day and will always will be. I’ll never love another soul. It’s just you, baby.” He wiped away a tear that had fallen down your cheek.
“But what about your mom? Your dad? The kingdom? They need a ruler, Luke.”
Luke scoffed. “Well, they can find someone else because I don’t want to rule over this kingdom without you at my side as my beloved queen.”
“You can’t have it both ways, Luke. You’ll have to make a decision.”
“Then we’ll run away. We’ll be like long, lost children running to the edge of the world.”
Your eyes widened. He couldn’t be serious. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m being completely serious right now. Let’s run away. Everyone wants to throw us away, so why not? This is our chance to safety pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together.”
“And where will we go? What would we do for food, shelter, and other necessities?”
“Mike, Ash, and I got this little cottage thing in between all four of our kingdoms, hidden from view, for the two of you,” Calum’s voice was heard.
You two turned and saw him standing in the middle of the doorway.
“We figured Luke would come to his senses eventually so we went to find a little hideaway for the two of you. It’s stocked up, has electricity, indoor plumbing, and the three of us can always help out when you need it,” Calum told you guys.
You two smiled at each other before tackling Calum in a hug.
“You’re a life saver, man,” Luke told him.
“It took you forever to realize that you were being an idiot though,” Calum pointed out.
Luke rolled his eyes and shoved him. He turned to you. “When should we leave?”
“I reckon right now. I’m sure your parents have sent guards out to look for the two of you,” Calum said.
You looked at Luke and nodded. “Alright.”
He held his hand out to you. “Together?”
You took it. “Together.”
Calum led you through a secret entrance and the two of you escaped out into the night.

“Well, at least it looks cozy,” Luke told you as the the two of you stood in front of the cottage several hours later.
You leaned into his side. “It does. I like it.”
He smiled down at you. “Welcome to the new broken scene, baby. Where you and I are the King and Queen.” He kissed you.