dining outside

Is it a Dread Gazebo?

Context: Party arrived at the manor of a duke whom they had done a favor for for a dinner party. Party is around level 4.

DM: “As you are given a tour, the manor is very beautiful, with well kept stone walls, paintings and flowers spaced along the walls, a large dining area. Outside there is a very large backyard area, with a stable for the horses, what looks to be a badminton court, and a very large and fancy gazebo around the back, covering what looks like a flower garden.”
Wizard (ooc): “Is it a dread gazebo?”
*party laughs, quoting the Dread Gazebo story*
DM: “You know what; roll me Knowledge Religion.”
Wizard (ooc): “20!”
DM: (thinks quietly for a moment) “You’ve only heard tales and seen a few pictures, but you’re fairly sure this is the craftsmanship of the Hammer of Asmodeus; a secret underground carpenter’s guild that worships the evil god Asmodeus. Determined to be the best in their craft, they bartered with their souls to become the most incredible carpenters in the land. Despite worshiping a Chaotic Evil god, some eccentric nobles seek them out for their impeccable work, and various places tolerate their existence for it. Upon further examination, you notice strange runes on the gazebo, giving off a mild evil aura.

So yes. It’s a dread gazebo.”
Paladin (ooc): “Smite Evil, rolling with my axe.”
*rolls decent*
DM: “You take out a leg of the gazebo and it collapses, breaking into pieces. The evil fades. The duke is out 25,000 gold. He’s crying.”

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Epilogue

April 1


I find the letter at the foot of my bed when I wake up.




I don’t know exactly how to say this

I’ve been sitting here staring at the blank page for ten minutes

Why did you have to be the Mage’s Heir?

I wish this didn’t have to be so hard to say

Crowley, this is ridiculous

We’ve lived together all this time and

Bet you thought I hated you

I don’t hate you

I can’t even explain what I

Why did we have to be enemies?

Fuck it.


I love you Simon Snow.



He finds me outside the dining hall, and when he storms towards me I see the letter in his hand. I brace myself.


“When did you even write this?” I begin.

           Baz looks taken aback.  “What does that have to do with anything?”

           “And why did you have to write it today?”

           “It’s April Fool’s Day, Snow,” he tells me, “or did you forget already?”

           “That’s just it,” I say, my voice getting louder. “Why would you write something like this on a day where it could be a prank?”

           “For exactly that reason.”

           “Well, what am I supposed to think?”

           He gives me a look.  “Think whatever you want, Snow,” he shrugs, “I’ve made my move, just focus on making yours.”

           I glare up at him a second longer.  His eyes are gray and deep and almost sad.

           His mouth is right there, and his lips look soft like his hair.

           I wonder if he’s noticed where I’m looking.


I wonder if he’ll reach up…

           Or if I’ll have to reach down…

           Or if I’m even brave enough…


I’m not brave enough.

           I step back while I still can, before I’ve been staring at his mouth too long or before one of us closes the distance.

           I wish I had some sort of parting phrase, something more eloquent than “fuck you”, but I don’t.

           So I turn and walk away, feeling his eyes bore into my back, feeling that same magnetic tension I’d felt when I’d left him to cry away his own nightmares.

           I wait until I’m around the corner before I start running.


Maybe a love letter is a lame April Fool’s Day prank, but when else am I supposed to tell him? When else would he take it with a grain of salt?

           Except he didn’t take it with a grain of salt, even today.

           I hope it makes him hate me.  I hope he burns it in front of me.  I hope he makes me burn it with my own fire.

           I wish he would just break my heart and leave it at that.

           Because the only thing worse than knowing he hates me is not knowing.


I could have kissed him.

           I wanted to kiss him.


           I’m outside when I run out of breath and I lean against an ivy-covered wall before pulling my phone out of my pocket and dialing Penny’s number.



           “Hey Simon, what’s up?”

           I squeeze my eyes shut.  “You’ve got to help me.”

           “Why, what’s wrong?”



           “I almost kissed Baz.”


I find Simon sitting on the ground against a wall, and the grass is wet but I join him anyway and wait for him to speak.

           “What’s wrong with me, Penny?”

           I shoot him a look.  “Nothing’s wrong with you, Simon,” I assure him, “you’re just scared.”

           “Baz hates me.”

           I don’t answer.

           “And I hate him, right?”

           “If you have to ask me, then you probably don’t.”

           “But I must,” he insists, “I always have.”

           “Things change.”

           “Not this.”

           “Where is this even coming from?” I ask.  He hands me a folded slip of paper.  A letter, and even though it’s not signed, it’s clear who wrote it.  

           “It was on my bed this morning.”

           “You do realize this is probably a prank, right?”

           “But that’s just it,” he sits forward urgently, “I can’t tell.”

           “Simon,” I tell him firmly, “if he does feel this way, then what better day to tell you than on a day you might not realize it’s true?”

           “But why wouldn’t he want me to realize?”

           “Oh, I don’t know,” I scoff, “maybe because you’ve been mortal enemies your whole life and he’s supposed to kill you and it would be bad enough if he thought you hated him but even worse if you didn’t?”

           He doesn’t respond, weighing the possibility in his mind.

           “Quick question.”


           “Who almost kissed whom?”

           He shakes his head.  “I’m not really sure anymore.”

           “Did you want to kiss him?”

           It’s a long moment before he gives the slightest of nods.  “Why would I want that, Penny?”

           I put a hand on his knee.  “Oh, Si,” I murmur sympathetically, “you know why.”


I only go to the room for a minute after lunch to grab a jacket, but when I get there, there’s a note on my bed.



I love you too.



Of course I do.  How could I have doubted for a second that I did?


I avoid him for the rest of the day, spending most of it wandering the catacombs and when that gets boring, the Wavering Wood.  I climb to the top of the highest tree I can find and close my eyes, trying to remember how it felt yesterday.

           I don’t know if I should be reading into the note or not, but that’s probably my own fault.  I did it to him, so he did it to me, all on the one day of the year dedicated to practical jokes.

           Yet neither of us have actually said April Fool’s.

           I wait as long as I can to return to our room for the night, and by then it’s dark already.  Simon doesn’t appear to have come up yet, but the window is open, so he must have been here since I found his note.

           As I stare at the window, something dark and long swoops through the outside air lazily.

           I venture closer, and it swings by again, but this time I see what it is.  A dragon’s tail.

           Part of me wants to yank it hard and send him tumbling (his wings would save him anyway, no harm done), but I just poke my head out the window and find Simon on the roof, his tail dangling over the edge.

           “What in Merlin’s name are you doing up there?”

           “Turns out I like high places,” he replies without looking at me.  I should go back inside (I don’t have anything else to say), but the sky is clear tonight and the moon is hitting his curls in a new way and I could study them for hours.

           “What are you looking at?” he asks when he catches me staring.

           I shake myself out of my trance.  “Nothing,” I say, ducking to retreat back in.

           “You should come up.”


           “Up here, it’s a great view.”

           “I can see just fine from here, Snow.”

           “Yeah, but…” he trails off, still gazing out over the grounds, “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

           “You can come down if you want to talk to me.”

           “Where’s the fun in that?”  He shoots me a shy smile like he’s not sure if it’s allowed. “Seriously, just get out here.”

           I peer over the windowsill to the moat.  “I’ll fall.”

           “No you won’t,” Simon scoffs, “I’ve seen you climb.”

           “And I fell.”

           “I’d catch you.”

           He won’t look at me again but I can tell he’s not going to take no for an answer.

           I look anywhere but down or at him as I scramble over the sill and up onto the roof, not taking the offered hand but not slapping it away either as I might have done yesterday.

           One almost-kiss and you’d think the world was turned upside-down.

           Well, two almost-kisses.

           I settle into place beside him, anchoring my feet so I won’t slide down the angled roof.  It’s really not the most comfortable position, and the night air is colder up here, but now that I’m here I can see what he was talking about.  The Wood is like a quilt draped over the land and the hills roll like waves into the distance.  “Not a bad view,” I concede.

           “Told you.”

           “It would be a shame if I were to push you off the roof right now.”

           “You won’t.”

           “You sure?”



           “You just won’t.”

           I should, just to prove him wrong. Yesterday I might have.



           “Why haven’t we teamed up before?”

           I give a dark laugh.  “It might have something to do with being mortal enemies.”

           “Is that what we are?”

           “Well, it’s no secret that the Old Families want me to kill you.”

           “So why haven’t you?”

           “Are you getting impatient, Snow?”

           “You’ve had every opportunity, but even the times that you have legitimately tried, you’ve ended up saving me.”

           “I’ll make a note to stop doing that.”

           “Please don’t.”

           “I doubt we’d make a very good team, Snow,” I chuckle quietly.

           He looks genuinely curious.  “Why not?”

           “I think there has to be a certain level of trust in a team.”

           “I trust you.”

           I raise an incredulous eyebrow at him.  “I sold you out to a goblin yesterday, and now you trust me?”

           “It seems that way.”

           “Maybe that’s the reason we wouldn’t make a good team, because of your horrible decision-making skills.”

           Simon just laughs.  “You weren’t actually trying to kill me, and besides, look how it turned out.”

           My mind jumps straight to the almost-kiss at the top of the tree and I’m suddenly grateful for the darkness hiding my blush. “What do you mean?”

           “You killing that goblin,” he practically gushes, “that was incredible!”

           I shrug.  “Goblins are stupid, it wasn’t exactly difficult.”

           “Exactly. Imagine if we’d teamed up years ago, the Insidious Humdrum would be long gone by now.”

           “How boring our lives would be.”

           “We wouldn’t have to be enemies.”

           I look down at my legs.  “We’d still have to be enemies.”

           “We could be unlikely friends.”

           “No we couldn’t.”

           He glances at me carefully.  “Maybe not,” he agrees after a pause.

           Maybe he could be alright with friends, but I don’t know if I ever could.

           Fuck the Families.  Fuck the Mage.  Fuck the roles we’ve been given and the parts we have to play.  Fuck it all.  I just want you, Simon Snow.



           “Why did you have to write that letter today?”

           I don’t know if I’m shivering from the cold or the question, or both.  “I’ve already told you why.”

           “Why couldn’t you have written it tomorrow?”

           I cast him a sideways glance.  “You know that April Fool’s Day isn’t the one designated day of the year that I’m able to lie to you, right?  Saying it any other day wouldn’t make it true.”

           “If it were true,” he says slowly, “today would be the perfect day to say it without the risk of being taken seriously, right?”

           I shrug carefully.  “I suppose.”



           He looks me right in the eye.  “Did you mean it?”

           I hold his gaze.  “Why are you expecting the truth?”

           “Because I trust you.”

           “That’s right, I’d forgotten.”

           He waits expectantly.

           “It doesn’t matter what I say,” I sigh, “you won’t believe me.”  It’s the grave I’ve dug myself.


           I don’t answer, just meet his eyes.

           “Did you ever consider,” he murmurs, “even for a moment, the possibility that your letter would mean something to me?”

           I don’t speak, I can’t.

           “Or that maybe my note wasn’t a prank?”

           I gulp.  “The thought crossed my mind, but it was too ridiculous to entertain.”

           He shifts fractionally closer but I can already feel the energy start to crackle between us.  “It’s not that ridiculous.”

           “What are you saying?”

           Simon’s eyes are dark like indigo, his hair framed by the moon behind him.  “I think…”

           I can’t breathe as I wait for him to finish.


I don’t know if I can say it.  Writing it down is one thing, but saying it face-to-face, and this close…

           Baz’s eyes are silver, illuminated by the moon behind me.



“Do you know why I woke you from the nightmares?” he says suddenly, and I want to slap him for changing the subject.  (And then kiss his cheek.)  (And then kiss his mouth.)

           “Because I was keeping you from your beauty rest?”

           “Because you were scared, and… it hurt me to see you hurting like that.”

           He won’t look at me again, and I want to take his chin in my hand and make him meet my eye, but I stay still and wait.

           “When you had the nightmares,” he eventually continues, “you didn’t just say no a lot.”

           I already know where this is going.  “What else did I say?”

           “My name.  Simon.”

           Figures.  “I was afraid of that,” I nod.

           “Can I ask what you were dreaming about?”

           It takes a long time for me to answer.  “I had to kill you.”

           “And did you?”

           Just the thought brings tears to my eyes.

           “You don’t have to…”

           “Yes.  I did.” He’s silent as I take a ragged breath. “That’s why it’s my worst nightmare. I know I’ve been told all my life that I have to kill you, but if it ever really came to it, I want to think that I’d be brave enough to refuse.  But in my nightmares, I always give in.  Sometimes you kill me at the same time, and then at least I know I won’t have to carry on living in a world without you…”

“After I woke you,” he says a minute later, his voice getting quieter and quieter, “I hated myself for what I’d done to you.  I wanted to comfort you, to hold you until you fell asleep again, but I was too afraid.  When I walked away, it was like someone was ripping a piece out of me, and then I hated myself even more.  I thought the feeling would go away, but it didn’t.”  He looks me in the eye, and he looks terrified.  “It still hasn’t.”

He’s only inches away.  There’s tears in his eyes to match mine.  

“I think…” Simon moves even closer, “I think I meant what I wrote.”

My heart goes quiet, but I’ve never felt more alive.

“I know,” I whisper, “that I meant what I wrote.”

It’s taking everything in me right now not to fall against him.

I don’t miss his eyes as they flicker to my mouth and back up. When he speaks it’s less than a breath. “May I…”


He takes a handful of my shirt and pulls me down to him.


Baz tastes like citrus and wood smoke and I’m immediately lost in the scent.  His mouth is softer than I could have imagined and I want to be gentle, to move slowly, but I can’t stop myself from opening his mouth with mine.  I feel his sigh vibrate against my chin as I deepen the kiss and oh, it’s not enough.  I want to hear every sound he has, to explore every inch of him, to stay here forever discovering.  I know right now that I’ll never get enough.


Simon kisses me like he’s starving, like he can’t get enough, yet he’s gentle.  His mouth is slow and deep, and my hand is in his curls before I even know what I’m doing, angling his head and moving slow, like we have nothing but time.  The tears are spilling over from my eyes and I can feel the moisture of his own tears on his cheeks, but we’re both kissing through our grins, giddy and desperate for more.


Breaking away from him is like pulling the plug on life support, but he stays no more than a breath away.

“Are you shaking?” I whisper.

“It’s cold up here, Simon,” he murmurs back.  “Not everyone has an internal furnace like you apparently do.”

I grin and wrap my wings around the two of us.  “Call me that again.”

He presses a gentle kiss to my mouth.  “Simon,” he breathes, and I can’t stop myself from pulling him in again.

Baz keeps whispering my name between kisses, and I keep falling more and more in love with him.

10 Things I Hate About You (Pt.2)

Summary: You are torn if you should stay or go back home.

Pairings: Park Jimin / Reader

Genre: Smut / Angst

Words: 3k

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“Congratulations.” Your mother hugged Jungkook.

“Thanks mom.” Your brother kissed her cheek.

“My little boy is all grown up.” She teared. It was that time where everyone was getting ready to leave for the night.

Your eyes wandered over to the middle of the dance floor. Jimin was slow dancing with the flower girl. He was so cute. You loved how his smile lit up his whole face as he twirled her around. You slowly made your way over as you watch the girls mother come over to escort her out for the night.

“Hey.” He smiled as you approached him.

“Did you get her number?” You smirked.

“No…she says that I wasn’t her type.” He laughed.


“So…..where are you staying?” He asked.

“I have a room on the tenth floor.” He nodded.

“Alone.” You bit your lip.

He looked at you wide eyed. “A-alone? You want some company?”

You just nodded as you made your way to the nearest elevator.

Before you got too far you passed by the new bride and groom.

“Congratulations.” You hugged Ara, then your brother.

“Where are you two going?” Jungkook smirked.

“We’re probably going to watch a movie then go to bed.” You suggested.

“Yeah right.” Jungkook laughed causing a confused Ara.

“Good night.” You dragged Jimin to the elevator.

When you entered the elevator, you weren’t the only ones in there. You and Jimin corned yourselves in the back as you waited for your floor. Jimin couldn’t help his wandering hands as he slid his hand down until he touched your behind. You slapped his hand away causing him to laugh.

“You really don’t want to play this game with me.” You whispered.

You felt his fingers brush your back playing with your bra strap. “Jimin.” You warned quietly so only he could hear. This time you felt him bring his lips to the back of your neck. The feeling gave you chills. You felt yourself go into a daze as he brought his hand back down rubbing your lower back. You had no control, thank God the ding of the elevator brought you back to life.

As you stepped off the elevator it didn’t take you long until you reached your room. As soon as you opened the door you pushed Jimin on the bed straddling his hips. You immediately started kissing his neck as he pushed your dress up your thighs. He held onto your hips as you rocked against him. You could feel his erection poke you from underneath. You moved up kissing him desperately while you pushed off his jacket slowly.

He wrapped his hands around your back to unzip your dress. You felt the material loosen around your chest, letting the material fall off your shoulders. He stopped to look at your chest before he leaned in leaving wet kisses down your collar bone. You unhooked your bra letting it fall to the floor.

You tilted your head back in pleasure as he started sucking your left breast and caressing the other. “Jimin.” You moaned his name. That set him off to push you on the bed this time as he kneel in front of you admiring your body. He slowly started stripping his clothes off teasingly. He unbuttoned his dress shirt one by one. It was driving you crazy. You were being impatient and he knew it. The smirk in his face was visible as he finally made it to his pants.

“Jimin just fuck me already.” You moaned with a hint of annoyance.

He pulled down the rest of your dress and crawled over you. He started at your neck kissing every inch until he reached your face. You grabbed his member and started pumping quickly. You secretly wanted him to suffer from all the teasing he has been doing.

He moaned your name as you continued pumping him. He must of been closed because he grabbed your hand stopping you. You giggled from the look he gave you. It was like you both battled on who was in control. You pushed him back on the bed as you lifted yourself on top of him. You grabbed his length again guiding it to your center. You slowly slid down adjusting to his size.

He smiled watching you take control, it made him weak. You rocked your body against him as you tilted your head back. You felt the pleasure stirring in your stomach as he grabbed on to your hips helping you guide your motions. You leaned forward so you can kiss him once again. You missed his lips on yours the second they left.

You both knew you were close so he held onto your hips as he thrusted up into you. You moaned against his lips feeling your orgasm rise through. He kept thrusting at a quick pace until you eventually felt him release. You looked at him out of breath just giggling.

“Why are you laughing.” He cutely smiled back.

“Just thinking about how bad you are at first impressions.” You rolled over to his side. He pulled you in to his chest wrapping his arms around you.

You stayed in the position until you both fell asleep, but as for you, you couldn’t. You had too much on your mind. You glanced at the clock for the fifth time in the past hour. You were thinking about the future.

What were you going to do?

You wanted to stay with Jimin. You just started having feelings for him. It’s been a while since you have been in a serious relationship, even liked someone enough. The only thing that had your mind all confused was your job. You loved your job. You loved everyone you worked for and you worked too hard to get to where you are today. You had too many years of schooling, you had too many years of hands on experience, and you thought about how all that hard work to waist on a relationship was silly. You decided that maybe you should end things with Jimin before those feelings turned into love.


When you woke up that morning it was Jimin who was gone. Where was he?

After you took a shower you started to pack your bag. Just as you finished you heard your door opened.

“Hey.” You saw Jimin enter with a paper bag. “I got you breakfast from the lobby.” You smiled. Why was he so sweet? You are leaving soon, you can’t keep leading him on, even if you don’t want to.

“Jimin…..we need to talk.”

“What’s up.” But before you could answer his phone rang. “I’m sorry, it’s Jungkook.”

He answered. “Hey man……um -” He laughed embarrassed. “Okay…..sure….we’ll see you there.”

You looked at him until he had your attention. “Jungkook said we are meeting your parents for lunch.”

You nodded. “What did you want to tell me?”

“I’ll tell you later.” You smiled. You didn’t want to kill the mood with bad news so you decided to wait.


When you got to the restaurant, your parents were already there. “Mr and Mrs. Jeong-guk.” You mother grabbed Ara’s hand. “Welcome to the family dear.”

“Hello Jimin….nice to see you.” Your mother greeted.

“Thanks for having me.” Jimin bowed to your parents.

You all took your seats at the round table. You were stuck between your brother to your left and Jimin to your right. The weather was beautiful especially to dine outside off the pier.

The restaurant was quite fancy, you wouldn’t be surprised if your mother choose to eat here. The table cloth was a fine fabric that you would be too scared to spill anything on it. Unfortunately this place wasn’t really your style. You could care less about fancy.

As you read through the pages of the menu, it felt like it was never ending. How does anyone decide what they want with the hundred different choices you can choose from?  You rather just get fast food.

“Are you guys ready to order?” No, you rolled your eyes.

You hardly got a chance to see all the choices. “Can I have chicken Caesar salad?” You said the first thing to pop into your head.

She nodded and wrote it down. Of course they have it. Go figure. Everyone else made their choices all around as you tapped your fingers against your thigh.

The one thing your mother hated was phones at the table so you were quite bored from not able to look at it. Jungkook read your mind as you saw him look at his phone on his lap, to be hidden.

Your mother was having an in depth conversation with Ara and your father was reading his daily newspaper that he probably bought on the way here. Jimin leaned back in his chair as you brushed your fingers over his thigh by accident.

He immediately arched his eyebrow in your direction confused. “Sorry.” You whispered. He just smiled at you as he went back to listen to the conversation at the table.

You honestly didn’t mean to touch him down there but you laughed to yourself getting a devious idea. You couldn’t help but remember how Jimin touched you in the elevator. The little shit was a tease and you had the best idea to get him back.

You crawled your fingers back over his thigh gently rubbing dangerously close to his sensitive area. He didn’t turn his head towards you but his eyes wandered down to where your hand was.

“Sorry.” You smirked and took your hand back to your own thigh.

You saw him look at you but you couldn’t read his expression. He almost seemed uncomfortable. So you decided to go back to your original spot. It didn’t take you long to just get to the spot you wanted to touch.

You rubbed your hand up and down his length through the outside of his pants. He closed his eyes as you continued your stroke. He grabbed your hand for a second as it seemed he was processing what to do. Then he placed your hand back to your own lap. He didn’t want to be teased probably because he couldn’t handle it.

Not even five minutes and your hand was back to rubbing him up and down. You bit your lip to try and contain your enjoyment. This time you unzipped his pants to get a better feel. He coughed causing an attention at the table by accident. “Sorry.”

He took a sip from his water. “You okay?” You asked with a smirk on your face.

He glared at you amusingly. You unbuttoned his pants and reached your hand under his briefs. You could already feel the wetness dripping from his length as you pulled him out from under the table. He was hard already. He closed his eyes once again as you started pumping him slowly. The paleness in his face was amusing.

You enjoyed every moment watching him squirm. You saw his breathing get heavier as you quickened your speed but not too much to make it obvious. He couldn’t even speak, every question your mother would ask him he would just nod.

“Sweetie have you made a decision about if you want to move?” Your mother asked you.

You saw Jimin lean forward on the table as he leaned his chin on his hand. He was struggling as you continued pumping him.

“I know that I definitely don’t want to move right away but I don’t know yet…its a hard decision.”

“You should move here.” Your father suggested not looking up from his newspaper.

“I know dad but I love my job so much.” You continued with Jimin.

“What if you could get a job here, there’s plenty of magazine companies here.” Your mother said.

“I know….and trust me I’ll try.” You smiled.

“Maybe Jimin could help you.” Your mother looked towards him. He clearly wasn’t paying attention to any of the conversations.

“Jimin?” Your mother asked.

“What?” He weakly asked.

“You okay dear?” You mother asked concerned.

“Yeah…just have a lot on my mind.” He smiled falsely.

You just smirked. “We’ll talk about it later.” You told your mother.

Your brother and Ara looked at you both confused but no suspicion on what you were really doing.

The food finally came and was placed in front of you. You picked up your fork with your left hand to eat. Jimin still sat there frozen.

“Aren’t you going to eat dear.” Your mother asked Jimin.

He nodded and grabbed his chopsticks slowly. He closed his eyes tight as you continued your steady pace. He opened his mouth quietly as you felt him finally release into your hand. He let out a soft moan as he quickly placed food in his mouth to cover up the evidence.

“So good.” He smiled at your brothers confused face. You could tell Jungkook knew something was weird. You grabbed the napkin off of the table and wiped your right hand underneath the table and then slid it over to Jimin. He grabbed it from your hand wiping himself off. He glared at you once again causing you to smile.

“What the fuck (Y/N).” Jimin pulled you aside as you walked out of the restaurant.

“What?” You asked oblivious.

“You can’t do that to me.” He whined.

“You didn’t try to stop me.” You smirked.

“Yes I did.” That’s right he did the first time.

“I told you, you don’t want to mess with me.” You glared at him and walked off following your parents and your brother and new sister. But you got a glance of a small smile from his face.

Your parents suggested that they would take you home because that was where you were staying originally.


Jungkook and Ara were going on their honeymoon tomorrow morning so that’s when you decided that you would be leaving.

You didn’t even want to face Jimin. You didn’t know how, you felt guilty because you definitely had a connection but staying here was only temporary. You just had to keep telling yourself that, not matter how you feel.

You couldnt really speak for Jimin, you had no idea how he felt. It was obvious he liked you but that could mean a lot of things.

Your head was too confused to even think about this so you went to bed early. You had to be up at eight anyway to make your early flight.

You went downstairs early in the morning ready to say your goodbyes when you noticed that Jungkook was on his way out as well.

“(Y/N) I’m so sorry but I can’t take you to the airport….Ara accidentally booked our flights earlier then we thought so we have to get going…..but no worries Jimin should be here any moment to pick you up.”

Jimin? He called Jimin. The one person you wanted to avoid when leaving. You guess that Jungkook broke the bad news of you leaving when you couldn’t.

“My babies are leaving again.” Oh no. Your mother was already in tears.

“Don’t worry I’ll be back to visit before you know it.” You hugged your mother then your father. He was actually crying as well.

“I’ll see you in a week dear.” Your mother hugged your brother.

Then you leaned into hug Jungkook. He wrapped his arms around you tightly in a bone crushing hug. “I hope you change your mind about moving here.” He whispered. “You’re going to have a lot of people miss you….and I don’t just mean mom and dad.” He pulled away giving you a sad smile.

You felt your face flush and your eyes get watery but no tears fell. You knew exactly who he meant.

You went outside with Jungkook and you noticed that Jimin just pulled in. You felt nervous to see him. He popped the trunk so you could put your stuff in but he never got out of the car. As you shut the trunk you noticed Jungkook quietly talking to him until he said his goodbyes.


On the way to the airport Jimin was quiet and plus he looked really tired. He didn’t even speak one word to you exactly. When you reached the drop off you didn’t want to get out. You knew he was upset.

“Thank you for driving me.” You saw him nod. “Goodbye I guess.” You reached for the door handle.

“So I guess that’s it then.” He said with no emotion. “Leave, just like that?”

“I’m sorr-”

“No your not….if you were sorry you would of told me.”

“I didn’t know how.” You felt your eyes water once again.

“You were just going to leave without even saying goodbye….so this past week meant nothing to you?”

You stayed silent. “You make me believe that you liked me but you actually used me….for what?” He raised his voice but he still had softness behind it.

“That’s not true.” You argued.

He laughed sarcastically. “Right.”

“You just expect me to drop my old life for you?” You slipped out. “I can’t just change everything I worked for….I need some time to think about what I’m going to do or where I’m gonna go….its not that easy.”

He looked down away from your gaze. “You’re right what was I thinking.” He softly spoke.

“Please don’t make me hate myself for this.” You cried.

“It’s fine just leave then.”


“Just go.” He yelled. The tears fell and they fell hard.

You didn’t speak you just got out and grabbed your bag from the trunk. This was probably going to be the last time you were going to see him and it had to end like this. You walked up to the side and watched as he quickly drove off.


Your flight was hard to sit through. Fourteen hours of agony. You couldn’t get Jimin out of your mind, even the little sleep you had all you could see was him broken. The tears eventually stopped but your face was always flushed.

When you reached your apartment you were greeted by your friend. You lived alone but your friend had a key and she helped looked over your things while you were gone.

“Hey.” She hugged you. “You look wreaked…go get some sleep….its midnight.”

“I can’t sleep.” You tossed your bags and you couldn’t help the tears from falling once again.

“Hey what is it?” She sat down next to you.

“I think I made a mistake.”


Masterlist | Part 1


Originally posted by adilynia

Nessian Part Eleven by L.J. LaFleur 

I can do this. Dinner. I’ve done it many times before. Pushing boundaries, pushing my nerves until I have none. Easy.

I let my hair down, free of braids and decorations. Golden-brown waves flowed to the middle of my back, brushing itself against the dusty purple gown. Plain except for a silver-embroidered star on my left shoulder. Oblong silver beads, trailed down the metallic thread creating the illusion of a shooting star.

The silky dress hugged every curve–from the sleeves down to my knees before flaring out into a semi long train. A fairly high, sheer neckline that revealed my collarbone and a decent amount of cleavage.      

Each step felt like its own battle, but I made it to just outside the dining room. Their voices danced out into the hallway, laughter and unsettling joy. I didn’t understand how they could be so unchanged, untainted by our father’s death. By the war. How could they not feel what I felt? The ever-growing sorrow not just for our father, but the fallen too. Instead of trying to understand, I walked into the dining room.

Voices died down, an exchange of odd looks around the table but one.

Cassian dropped his fork, his jaw soon following before Azriel lifted it back up. His eyes bored into mine, after ravaging me from head to toe.

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The Signs + What Their Doing During Easter with NCT

Aries: Going egg hunting with the Dream kids and seeing who can eat the most chocolate afterwards

Taurus: stealing chocolate with Donghyuck from Taeyong’s stash in his closet

Gemini: taking all the pictures and filming moments with Hansol so you can have blackmail in the future

Cancer: bossing everyone around so that Easter lunch and dinner can look as perfect as it is with Taeyong

Leo: making cupcakes with Doyoung and trying to keep Jaehyun from stealing them but that’s not working

Virgo: banned from the kitchen and dining room so goes outside and starts a prank war with Tenny

Libra: sharing candy and peeps you bought with Winwin, Kun and Yukhei while watching the Dream Team to make sure they don’t break a leg or something

Scorpio: dressing up as the Easter bunny and making Yuta your mini assistant so you could hide all the eggs

Sagittarius: painting eggs and making them all pretty with Taeil so Taeyong doesn’t get too stressed out

Capricorn: judging everybody with Johnny while munching on Peeps and other sweets Doyoung made

Aquarius: teaming up with Chenle so you both can get the most chocolate to beat everyone else in the competition

Pisces: entertaining everyone with Ten but that just ends up with someone getting hurt, a random fire and lots of melted chocolate

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could do solangelo? And nico is a hockey player, who doesn't really listen and gets in fight all the time, or something of the sort. And then Will could be a medic for the games, who always has to deal with nicos injuries, or he could be a new assistant coach, trying to deal with nico never listening? It would be lovely if you could. P.s. I love your blog.

Yaaay! Solangelo!!! 

Here’s the hockey-themed fic! Thanks anon!~ So I don’t know much hockey terms so I’m sorry if I got a thing or two wrong about hockey gameplay :3

Hope you like it anyway!

“Benefits of Being a Medic”

Solangelo HockeyAU!

Summary: Will was sure he signed up to be a medic, not a guidance counselor. Still, listening to the complaints of his most frequent clinic visitor, star hockey-player Nico Di Angelo, was all worth it.


Will was a hundred percent certain he’d signed up to be a medic, not a guidance counselor.

Another thing was he was supposed to be a medic for game-related injuries. He wasn’t really sure if getting hit with a hockey stick in the face right after a final match counted, but he was pretty sure it didn’t.

The medic listened, albeit a little half-heartedly, at the black haired and rather scrawny looking boy whose sprained wrist he was patching up.

Said boy, Nico Di Angelo, didn’t look to have the build or strength befitting that of a hockey player. But the seemingly sinewy limbs packed a lot more punch than expected. He was an exceptional player and a great benefit to the team—so much that even medics like Will knew that. And his extraordinary gameplay was probably the only thing keeping him from getting thrown off the team.

From all the gossip going around, Will gathered that Nico was rather anti-social and wouldn’t give a rat’s ass for any other teammate. Ever. His temper was a paper-thin floodgate trying to hold back an onslaught of rage at any given moment, and every other member made no show of trying to hide their displeasure for their teammate.

Will however, found him to be… different. He landed at the clinic often enough, Will even considered him to be a friend of sorts. His tendency to never listen and go his own way, as the coach put it, often landed him in trouble or injury—and this time was no exception.

“It’s that asshole’s fault, I’m telling you!” Nico huffed. He sat on the clinic table opposite Will, letting his wrist get wrapped in a bandage. “I was going to score that goal—I swear to you, I was!—but that jackass Valdez dove in at the wrong time. He wasn’t supposed to be in that position! Any other position and I would’ve scored but no, he had to be there!” Nico growled again, scratching at the pale skin surrounding the first strands of the bandage.

This had happened before. They would be playing a certain gameplay and Nico, never really caring to listen to debriefings, ended up going out of gameplay resorting in injury or losing a score. However, Will knew better than to point that out.

“So,” he started, wrapping another layer around the injury. “How exactly did you sprain your wrist?”

Nico glared darkly at said wrist. “Valdez deserved a hockey stick to the face. Just didn’t expect him to retaliate, though.” He let out a cold laugh, which quickly turned into something more humorous when Will smirked.

“I bet his face was bleeding all over.” The blond medic chuckled. His little quirk was rewarded with a sparkle in the other boy’s dark eyes.

“You tell me,” he said. “It was… Kayla, who patched him up, right?”

Will nodded. “Oh yeah. Man, you must’ve hit him hard enough to score a goal. I think he was even crying about his ‘beautiful nose being broken forever’.”

Nico cracked up again, and, for the millionth time since the hockey star’s first landing in Will’s clinic, the medic wondered how more people never got to know this side of him. Sure, he understood how Nico was unlikable at first, but a simple talk with him led to so much more.  

He could be funny, though his humor was mostly dark, but he had a pretty crappy family life to give it some validation. Even so, he often made jokes about a lot of things. He had an interest in an old board game, Mythomagic, which was not something one expected from an ‘emo-boy’ like him. Will found it to be cute. He also had a special love for McDonald’s happy meals.

Upon learning that, Will had bought a happy meal the very next day to give to the boy when he—sure enough—showed up to the clinic. He declined it at first, flustered and dumbfounded, but Will was persistent and they ended up sharing the happy meal together.

Ever since, Will would buy a happy meal for lunch and they’d share. On some occasions however, Nico would insist on buying when Will was perfectly fine with his self-taken duty. Their little argument went on for sometime until they’d decided to alternate on who’d buy lunch each week. This week was Will’s turn.  

“Looks like you’re good,” The medic declared, getting up from his stool. Nico followed suit.

Quickly shuffling through his bag, Will pulled out a happy meal and turned to present it to the other. “So how does lunch sound?” he asked, grinning ear-to-ear.

Nico rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”  He tested his wrist, cringing visibly as he put a little too much pressure. He stopped however, when Will gave him a warning glare.

Now, glaring at Nico DiAngelo was something that was bound to land one in a clinic themselves, with the exception of the case in which you’re Will Solace. For reasons unknown to many, Will could get away with a lot of social interaction with the ill-tempered hockey player without getting punched in the face.

Will liked to think he’d earned Nico’s trust and became a rather good friend. Although constantly having to deal with the injuries was a pain, all the talks and interaction would make Will’s time worth it. He was drawn to the boy for… some reason. Maybe it was because he was different? Or because he saw something in him that not many other people did?

According to Nico himself, during one serious talk they’d had—which left Will awake past two in the morning thinking about it afterward—the only other person he’d ever considered a close friend was his late sister Bianca. Everything was already hell in his home, and when she died things became worse.

Will had hoped that ‘only other person’ meant he was that other ‘close friend’. He decided never to push his luck that much though.

Getting to be something like Nico’s friend, although never officially declared, was good enough—for now at least.

So he listened to Nico’s annoyed complaints about the turn of the previous game as they made their way through the halls. Once out the front door, Will basked in the glory of warm afternoon sunlight. For a moment, Nico watched him playfully from the side, then called for him to sit on one of the front lawn’s benches.

They would sometimes eat in the stands too, but Will often found it too cold. He wouldn’t say anything, but was thankful when Nico suggested to dine outside instead.

Now, they chewed their burgers and fries in silence.

No, it wasn’t an awkward or tense silence. It was comfortable, really. Almost a hundred-and-eighty-degree spin on Nico’s earlier mood. He liked to keep quiet during the first few moments of their lunches, savoring the meal and maybe even the company.

It took a good five minutes before Nico spoke up.

“So, Will,” he started through a partially filled mouth. “You’re off-duty on Saturday, Right?”

“Mhm,” Will nodded, sipping his coke. The two went back to watching the cars move past them on the street for another minute or so, then Nico spoke up again.

“Do you want to, maybe, catch a movie or something?”


Was he…?

Will stopped sipping his coke.

“Like… I think a new Avenger’s movie is coming up. I mean… you are into superhero movies, right? Or maybe… not into them, but like, you like them, right? Uh… I just thought maybe you’d wanna watch it together or something.”

Holy heck, he was.

“Um, l-like a date?” Oh wow. How smooth, Will.

He watched as Nico flushed. No chance of hiding anything with his pale skin.

“I mean, not exactly a date!” The boy hastily clarified. He looked back to the busy street as his blush only grew. Then a little more quietly, he added, “I mean… not if you don’t want it to be.”


Maybe Will did have a chance after all.

Clothing choices and breath mints were already running through his mind before he even had a chance to say yes. It took him maybe a solid three minutes and a disappointed huff from Nico to snap out of his trance.  

“O-of course!” He stammered, blushing a bit himself. He honestly never expected to get that lucky. “It’s a date then! Friday. I’ll pick you up at your place…?”

Nico looked up, his blush now hiding behind an amused and slightly wild smile. “Woah, hold on there, cowboy. You don’t even know where I live. Tell you what, I’ll meet you at the movie house at two o’clock, ‘kay?”

The two then shared a laugh, more from relief than anything, as they finished the last of their happy meal. Things settled back into a comfortable silence. Will was definitely looking forward to Saturday.

“You know,” he said, after a moment. “It’s not an Avenger’s movie. Civil War is a Captain America movie.”

Nico gave him a quizzical look, his blush not fully settling just yet. Will found it cute. “But… they were all in the trailer, right? I mean, Iron Man and Black Widow and a bunch of others were there…

“Yeah, but it isn’t an Avenger’s movie. I was pretty confused too.”

“Oh. Well, we’ll still watch it, right?” It was probably that little hitch of doubt in Nico’s voice that sent Will into a mild panic attack.

“Of course! It’s settled, I promise.”

And it was probably that little smile he flashed back that made Will feel that, even though he didn’t sign up to be Nico’s guidance counselor over gaming frustration, it was all pretty damn worth it.


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anonymous asked:

What would the the chocobros romantic ideal date be with their s/o. (I would love to read some sweet fluffy stuff :'))

Originally posted by gigglincactus

Headcanon/scenario’s revolving each of the guy’s individual preferences for a rare day/night off to spend with their partners.

Noctis is a lethargic type of person. He has his reasons – the guy is draining a lot of energy to fulfil his Royal duties so he wants a whole day to relax. He will invite you to stay over at his private chambers in the Citadel, Crown City.

Following a much needed sleep-in, he will make the effort to get out of bed and make you a hot drink before proceeding to shower – he wants a fresh scent and is paranoid about his appearance around you. Whilst you’re sipping your beverage in bed he will quickly grab some of his hair products from his draws and rush in the bathroom, frantically looking in one mirror to the next to ensure his hair is styled adequately. Post hair woes, Noctis informs you the bathroom is free provided you want to use it so you quickly wash and put casual clothes on – you know you’re not going to be taken anywhere fancy but that’s what he adores about you. You love him for who he is and not because of his Royalty.

Noctis decides to surprise you to visit an old play area him and the bros would hang out in during their school years. The place holds a lot of sentimental value to him and you’re touched he opened up to you. Noctis takes your hand and leads you to sit on top of a long slide – it’s a little claustrophobic because of the lack of room, yet you both feel so cosy and snuggle up to each other. He places his arm around the back of your neck, ensuring his hand is respectfully away from your chest area and place on your forearm.

Noctis strokes your forearm now and then between sentences to ensure you feel loved and acknowledged. His other arm is awkwardly wrapped around the ladder connected to the slide.

Noctis: ‘Look, I know I’m not the sort of guy to say everything and anything about how I’m feeling but….I…’

He sighs and continues.

‘Those guys are my life and my family and….and I want you to be part of it. You’re my world Y/N – my one constant and damn it, I know, look, I know I don’t show my gratitude enough….’

Y/N: ‘It’s okay Noct, please continue.’ – You want to cherish this moment he pours his heart out to you.

Noctis: ‘Just promise me one thing. I swear, I hope it’s not too much. Stay with me, always Y/N.’

You simply nodded your head before proceeding to rest it on his shoulder. He smiles and you both enjoy absorbing your surroundings.

The old run down play area held a greater significance than ever……

One of the reasons Gladio fell for you is because you’re not afraid to get your hands dirty for a prize! You worked a busy shift at the power plant and were surprised to see Gladio sitting outside your car.

Y/N: ‘Er Gladi, aren’t you supposed to be escorting Noctis to Altissia’s Fishing Tournament tonight? The paparazzi are going to be in full force, he needs you right?’

Gladio: ‘Not tonight Princess but don’t worry, I got it covered. Tonight, it’s about me and you.’

You kinda despised being called Princess for a nickname but hey, the guy took a night off for you. Since you were off this weekend, you didn’t have to worry about an early start to sleep for so you were motivated to make the most of your night! Gladio suggested you went on a little hunt, to which you responded.

Y/N: ‘Behemoth time, right Gladio? What say we get some proper meat, OUR way?’

Gladio: ‘Oh, I’m on it!’

Gladio high fives you and insists on driving your car due to your tiring day at work. You both arrive in run down deserted plains situated between Goldin Quay and Hammerhead. You both swing out your weapons and temporarily separate to increase the chances of what becomes a successful pre-emptive strike on a huge 20 foot Behemoth with claws so sharp and strong they could break a human’s bones in seconds.

You both perform one last strike together, Gladio grabs your hand and swings you to the opposite side of the creature, delivering a devastating blow to its back leg whilst Gladio pierces its chest. You both gather your prize and go back to your apartment, in which he carefully stirs your hard earned meat into yours and his favourite limited edition sweet and sour chilli Cup Of Noodles you managed to acquire for free as a thank you for your efforts at work.

You both sat on your sofa, watching horror movies accompanied with your delicious noodles before he grabs your hips gently, placing you on his lap, massaging your back whilst enjoying your favourite horror movies.

Prompto’s purchased you both some tickets to the Moogle Chocobo carnival – an annual event you’ve sadly never attended due to your work commitments as a full time environmentalist, educating citizens across the globe. He’s already liaised with your management, practically begging them to let you have a weekend off to unwind and what better way to let loose than find yourself surrounding by mascots, fun and games whilst being surprised to a free fireworks display as a thank you for your services to the people of Eos.

Prompto has you blindfolded whilst he drives you to your special getaway. He asked you to pack beforehand so everything was organised and going smoothly! Whilst you wondered what was occurring, you heard unfamiliar noises and the sounds of huge gatherings and popping balloons.

Prompto escorted you out of his auto mobile with your luggage, leading you to what sounded and felt like a hotel suite. He then led you back outdoors again before ripping off your blindfold.

Prompto: ‘Ta da sweet cheeks! This is for you. Take a break, relax and enjoy!’


You immediately ran over to the coins counter, learning what prizes are to be won before Prompto grabs your arm, leading you to the chocobo races to which you gladly volunteered to participate.

Talk about an amazing day. You were both on a sugar high from the Moogle Edition candy floss and choco-banana ice cream consumed. You’d participated in various activities, including the findings of moogle models, shooting cactuars, photograph competitions. Prompto had never seen you so happy, even though you beat him at chocobo racing which would normally frustrate him. You even won a plush chocobo for him at the stall as a way to say thank you which gets him emotional. As the evening would draw closer, he decided to take you out for a meal at Altissia’s finest establishment before inviting you to the special fireworks event. You both refreshed yourselves at your hotel room before Prompto escorted you to a small boat, controlled by a member of staff for tour guides and just generally enjoy the scenery and see all the sights whilst admiring the beautiful fireworks!

As the sparks would fly, you closed your eyes, taking in the sounds before grabbing Prompto’s camera and getting plenty of landscape shots of multi-coloured fireworks – the colours perfectly contrasted the dark night sky.

Prompto: ‘That’s my girl.’

He watched you with utmost pride and smirked. How did he ever get this lucky? Seeing you smile made him feel warm and fuzzy inside and you’d never forget this thoughtful gesture.

Ignis is the only bro who evidences balance and structure in the event of planning a date. For Ignis, he would need to outline the pros and cons of a particular location and recipe before inviting his loved one into what could be a night of turmoil and trouble. He hides it well normally but the guy was rather anxious when it came to pleasing his partner. They’re the sort of couple of love each other dearly but enjoy pursuing their own interests and investing in their own individual time – the pair’s schedules are packed to the brim with Royal duties; Ignis serving Prince Noctis and Y/N attending to the cleanliness of the Citadel quarters. So a date night was a pretty big deal as far as Iggy was concerned.

He gave notice to Noctis concerning his ‘night off’ and ensured Y/N followed suit. So it’s now a Saturday night and Y/N has spent the day sleeping and catching up on her historical readings leant to her by Ignis himself. Ignis has been preparing the setting for Y/N, hoping the date would prove she is his number one priority, despite his commitments to the Prince. He requested she dresses in ‘comfortable’ and ‘warm’ attire and meet him outside the Citadel. She proceeds and he takes her arm, escorting her to his car, driving with the roof lowered. He then leads her to a quiet area full of grasslands situated on the outskirts of Insomnia. You’d read about this little known location in one of your books Iggy leant you. You were most impressed.

Ignis: ‘Follow me and please, remain seated. You need not lift a finger for tonight’s activities.’

You followed him to a beautiful campsite, clearly set up during the day (good job it didn’t rain), the tent was pretty huge and you took a sneak peak – he’d filled the tent with your favourite blanket you keep in his accommodation to preserve his scent, all accompanied with a thick duvet and cushions. You smelt the scent of your favourite dish, Spaghetti Bolognese complete with Sea salt bread with a large bottle of balsamic vinegar – your favoured flavour of dip.

Y/N: ‘How long have you been out here today, cooking this?’

Ignis: ‘Ah, the best part of the whole day, crack of dawn to set up camp, followed by food preparation back home, not to forget the……’

Ignis was interrupted by you dramatically running over to him standing at the stove. He paused whilst you hugged him tightly, almost trapping his oxygen supply, thanking him repeatedly.

As you eventually dined outside the huge camp/kitchen set up he suggested a spot of stargazing before wrapping up the date. You assisted him in tidying the crockery and sat a few meters away from the tent on the grassy floor. You felt Ignis wrap his hands around your waist as he placed himself on the floor, carefully seating you on his thighs whilst he stretched out his legs.

No words were needed, the ambience of the night and the most wondrous view did all the talking for the pair of you. Eventually you fell asleep, so peaceful and content whilst stargazing. He lifted you in his arms and placed you in the tent, wrapping the blankets around you both.

Ignis: ‘Sleep well my beloved Y/N. Sleep well.’

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Be My Forever || Peter Parker x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Omg since it’s close to Valentine’s Day, could you do a Peter Parker x reader where he plans a cute date and he made sure Mr. Stark would take care of the city and he makes it so romantic and cute and Peter and the reader both want to confess they love each other so the whole night it’s sort of tense because they’re both nervous?]]

I’m sorry, this came a day after valentine’s because I had to work all day yesterday ;w; hope you readers can forgive me!

tags: {anonymous}

{{request status: open}}

lmao I’m sorry, I realized that I hadn’t been adding my request status to my stories lately >w> I’ll be sure to add the link from now on if you readers have any requests for me.

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Married to Him | JH

Pairing: Prince!Hoseok X Princess!Reader

Summary: Hoseok, a prince who has driven away as many princesses than he can remember. But once he finally is forced to marry y/n, things get a little intense and there is a lot of stress and sexual attention. Hoseok is cocky and an asshole in y/n’s eyes, but can he prove he’s not all that before he drives away his princess?

Genre: Fluff, angst,

Warnings: Touching

Word Count: 1.5k

“What!?” Y/n’s loud and irritated voice was heard throughout the halls of the castle, startling some of the maids who were cleaning or walking by. “In two days, you will marry Prince Hoseok III.” Her father stated as she stood behind her dressing screen and took in a sharp breath when the corset was pulled tighter than usual. “He’s going to be staying in the castle starting from today. He will be arriving soon so suggest you hurry and be polite.” And with that he walked out and downstairs, y/n wasn’t going to be polite.

“Polite. Why should I? I’m the one being forced to marry some stranger I don’t even know.” She huffed annoyed, Mina the maid was worried that y/n would do something crazy like she has done in the past. Yes y/n has been set up to marry another man Prince Seokjin but she drove him crazy and he cancelled the ceremony. But there was no getting out of it this time, or was there? After the long process of clothes, hair and makeup y/n finally descended the stairs slowly. One hand holding up the gown so she didn’t fall and the other holding onto the railing to keep her steady.

“Y/n is a very…extraordinary girl, so please do take care.” Her father stated to the young boy with tangerine orange hair that had been separated in the middle. His sharp and captivating features that made almost any woman fall for him, but to y/n he was just another man trying to steal the throne. “Speaking of y/n, here she is.” Y/n turned the corner and made her way down the staircase, the three men standing there and watching. A small smirk on his face as she finally looked up to meet his gaze, expression kept blank but the pain was all in her eyes. She walked forward and bowed to the two men, and being the gentleman he is Hoseok also too bowed to y/n.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you princess.” He said with a slight cocky grin on his face, one she would love to just slap off his face. She could tell already she hated him. He stood with his hands behind his back and engaged in the conversation with the two older men. “Y/n why don’t you go show Hoseok around the gardens?” Her father said giving her a pleading look and she nodded, giving Hoseok one last glance before turning on her heel and walking, Hoseok bowing to the men before following her. Hoseok smirked as he walked along beside the girl who continued to fan herself as they walked around the garden.

“You look beautiful.” He complemented trying to break the silence. “Yes, well Princesses are supposed to look beautiful even if it cuts off their blood circulation, right?” She answered back sarcastically. He chuckled, a smirk planted on his face as they continued to walk. “So, Princess, are you always this moody?” he asked, y/n feeling offended rolled her eyes and fanned herself faster. “Only to snobby, rude people like you.” She spat back annoyed.

“Yah~Princesses shouldn’t speak such words to their future husband.” He said causing y/n to roll her eyes as if he was going to be staying for long. “You’re not going to be my future husband. You won’t last a day with me.” She stated before continuing to walk around the garden. Hoseok loved a challenge so to him this would be a piece of cake, but little did he know y/n wasn’t like all princesses when it comes to resisting. She would play dirty just to get him out of her life. She had two days to get rid of this guy, game on.

 Y/n had tried everything throughout the day, from stepping on his feet to spilling her tea on him but nothing was working. He knew she was going it all on purpose and he knew she wouldn’t stop, but he wasn’t giving in. You see Hoseok actually liked y/n, he had met her in the past and that’s why she hated him. They met not long ago when they were younger and Hoseok was a bit of an annoying person back then, therefore one of the reasons y/n hated him. They both sat at the table next to each other, silence filling the room.

“So, Hoseok I hear you are interested in art work.” Her father started and Hoseok nodded, as he began to talk about different artworks he had seen in the past and his favourite artists. While doing so though y/n had placed her hand on the young prince’s thigh and slowly began to move it up towards his clothed member, the things is the princess and prince are not allowed to have sexual intercourse or perform any sexual activity before they wed, which was what made this game even more exciting. Hoseok shot y/n a glare before he continued to talk.

She left her hand sitting there and moving ever so slightly, as much as he hated her and wanted her to stop in his facial expressions, the growing bulge was saying otherwise. “Yes, I have a big interest in it. My mother used to love art…before she passed away,” Hearing those words made y/n come to a complete stop to what she was doing and pull her hand away. Placing it back in her own lap as she bowed her head, she didn’t want to look up at him or anyone else. “I have to excuse myself.” She said standing up, everyone’s eyes on her including Hoseok’s who looked at her with concern.

He may not know her that well but he could tell by how red her face was the way she avoided eye contact that she was about to cry. Y/n made her way out of the dining room and outside in the garden. Going and sitting by the fountain before she began to cry. She lost her mother too, and just hearing someone talk about theirs made her think of the last moments she had with hers. Hoseok stood on the other side of the fountain, watching as she would sniffle and wipe her nose with her hand. How he hated to see her cry, over his own sappy story.

He walked over, pulling out a handkerchief and holding it between his index and middle finger gently. She looked at it and took it, already knowing who it was. She wiped away the tears on her face that she hated for him to see. Hoseok took a seat down next to the crying princess and sighed, looking up at the stars that shined so brightly in the night sky. “You shouldn’t waste your tears princess…” He said finally turning his head to see only one side of hers. Her eyes still teary and focused on the bush in front of her. “Yah~Why are you crying over something that happened years ago?” He asked cupping her face and wiping away her tears with his thumbs.

“I lost my mother too…when I was just a young girl. And I guess it’s just nice to know that someone else knows what it’s like.” She sniffled and he couldn’t help but stare into her glossy orbs that threatened to release the tears she was holding in. “How come you never told me?” He asked and she lowered her head, looking down at her cold hands. Licking her dry lips she finally met his gaze to answer him. “Because, I didn’t think you would understand.” Her words were almost a whisper. Slowly, he leaned in wanting to connect her soft lips with his and she wasn’t stopping him. “Princess y/n, Prince Hoseok…” The maid interrupted suddenly.

Hoseok’s eyes still fixed on the girl as he sighed and stood up, leaving the princess sitting there still dazed. “I was sent to alert you two that your fathers were concerned. Is everything okay?” He asked and Hoseok nodded, dusting off his jacket and looking at the maid once again before giving her a sincere smile. Y/n sat there, dumfounded and unsure of why she was about to kiss Hoseok. “We should head back inside, it’s freezing out here.” Hoseok breathed, his breath was visible in the cold and he helped her stand up to her two feet. “C’mon..” He cooed as he walked back towards the palace with her. Why was he being so nice? Y/n thought as she stole glances from him.

She took in his features, his sharp jawline, his tanned skin, his soft and plump lips, his piercing eyes that never failed to sparkle. He a caught the girl staring at him and couldn’t help but smirk slightly. Oh wait, here’s the cocky shit. She thought to herself, remembering that he was still an asshole when he wanted to be which was 95% of the time lately.

Please paint Kevin McCallister, George Bailey, Bob Cratchit (Kermit version), Buddy the Elf and The Snowman having a lovely Christmas dinner together while a shivering John McClane solemnly watches from outside the dining room window.

Benjamin Allen

(Harry Potter) Fred Weasley X Reader: Wicked {Part 1}

Summary: Reader and friends are from ilvermorny, at hogwarts to represent their school, but not compete in the Triwizard tournament. Seeing the super flashy entrance of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, they decide to put on a little show of their own. This ends of impressing the twins who decide to befriend the reader.

(Made this into a oneshot, Oops! Supposed to be just a imagine… Oh well!)

Disclaimer: Sorry if any information is wrong, I haven’t seen or read Harry Potter in like three years. Oh and the last name of the friends are just a name I picked off of the list of the 28 pureblood families. Sorry if there is already a character with that last name in the book that I forgot about. And most of the facts about Ilvermorny are complete BS that I made up on the spot. 

I don’t own Harry Potter!

     Having to leave Ilvermorny was bad enough, but you and your two best friends were being forced out of the whole country. All for some stupid tournament that you couldn’t even compete in. In your, and your friend’s, opinion, this was a huge waist of time. They insisted it was to mend some broken bond with the school that was hosting it. You couldn’t remember the name, something like Hogwash, or equally as stupid.

     So now you sat in the driver’s seat of the magic car your charms teacher had lent you, A very nice ‘77 Camaro, and were on your way to the school. You were told to arrive before six, since that was when the other schools would get there, but you and your friends were tempted to ditch the trip and stop off in France or Italy instead.

     Though, that would probably get you expelled, so you opted to take the safer, but more boring, route. To Pigwelt, or whatever it was called, it was!

     Through the dense fog, you started to make out a large structure, which looked like a castle, and a field below. Off in the distance was a Quiditch Pitch, making you a bit more excited about this trip, but only if you got a chance to play. In the field outside of the entrance, there already seemed to be a carriage. A large lake sat a few hundred yards away from it, a large ship floating in the water.

     “Looks like we’re late, as usual.” Said one of your friends, Alice. Samantha, sitting next to you, nodded in agreement, but went back to reading her book. Keeping your eyes ahead of you, trying to land safely, you smirked.

     “It’s never been a bad thing to be fashionably late. Just remember, no one here likes us so…” They all looked to you as your smirk widened into a full blown smile, “Lets make this entrance one they will remember.”

     The Camaro revved its engine, slowly descending to the ground. Through the overcast weather, you could see a huge group of people watching your decent to the ground. The car hit the ground mostly smooth, but still jostled slightly. You skidded to a stop, foot on the break, and turned to your friends.

     “Let’s make this count.” They nodded and you all opened you doors at the same time, stepping out from inside the car. Your black jeans and white button-up shirt did little to keep out the cold, but you withstood it. The grass was most definitely wet, covering your black converse in water and a bit of mud, but doing no real harm. Your friends met you at the front of the car, Samantha smiling, before whispering to you and Alice.

     “I could practically hear their jaws drop. I am feeling much better about this trip.” Her voice raised a bit at that last part, but you sighed in annoyance.

     “I’m not. We don’t have many purebloods in America, here they are an abundance. You guys may be related to the only pureblood family in Ilvermorny, but I’m still a muggle-born. This will not be fun.” Alice wrapped her arm around your shoulders, trying to cheer you up with her always chipper mood.

     “If anyone tries to call you anything or do anything to upset or anger you,” Her expression turned dark, “I will personally hit the with the killing curse.” 

     You smiled, they were the greatest people you knew. But you conversation was cut short when you were herded by a teacher through the halls. They took you through the hallways with moving pictures, up stairwells that changed, and past a bathroom with the most annoying ghost you had ever met. They finally ended the tour outside the dining hall, or Great Hall as they called it. The other two schools that were visiting were outside as well, their groups much larger in number then yours. A woman, wearing emerald green robes told you that you would be called in by school, then herded to the house table you would sit at.

     Durmstrang would sit with Slytherin, Beauxbatons with Ravenclaw, and Ilvermorny would sit with Gryffindor. Beauxbatons was called in first, walking in and making a grand entrance. It was all very ladylike and made you want to gag. The moved aside to sit at the Ravenclaw table, leaving the entrance open for Durmstrang. While their entrance was much cooler, with all the fire, it was still nothing interesting enough for you. It was all to flashy. While they made their entrance, you turned to Sam and Alice.

     “Remember second year, the prank we pulled in transfiguration?” They nodded, beginning to smile. You turned to the entrance, muttering under your breath with Sam and Alice.

     “Now or never guys.” The headmaster, Dumbledore, motioned for them to sit, turning back to the students of Hogwarts(Which you finally remembered).

     “Now last, but not least. I have to introduce a small group of special guests. Though these lovely young ladies won’t be competing in the Triwizard tournament, they were sent to represent their school in a show of good faith and support. Please welcome, (Y/N) (L/N), and Samantha and Alice Travers of Ilvermorny!” He finished his introduction, leading you three to walk in. You kept your heads held high and walked with confidence, but not too much. When you made it about halfway, you held you hands up and all three of you stopped. The hall was silent as you smiled, and in a cloud of white smoke, disappeared. 

     A few people gasped looking around to find where you had gone. It wasn’t long until a startled Gryffindor first year noticed you were sat in the once empty spot at their table. The whole hall clapped, as one of the Gryffindor student went to pat you on the back, only for his hand to pass right through you. The smoke decoys disappeared, leaving you three to be revealed sitting in the headmaster’s chair. You were on the comfy cushioned seat, Alice and Samantha each on a armrest.

     The students applauds doubled, making you all smile as you saw two students close to the front smile and say ‘Wicked’. Noticing that you saw them, they smiled and winked, only to elicit a wink back from you. Moving away from the chair and to your seats at the table, you ended up next to the two twin redheads who had winked at you. You smiled at them, holding your hand out.

     “(Y/N) (L/N), nice to meet you.” You expected them to shake your hand, but instead, one moved to your other side, trapping you between them. They wrapped their arms around your shoulders and spoke in sink.

     “Fred and George Weasley, pleasure to meet you.” The one on your right leaned down to your eye-level, being much taller than you, and spoke with a smile.

     “I believe this is the start of a beautiful friendship, don’t you agree Georgie?”

I’m sorry this was trash. I just couldn’t leave this at just an imagine like I planned. I literally stayed up until midnight writing this. Holy crap I need a life. 

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Young God

A/n: This is the start of the Halsey series. Aka the fic that started it all. If you want to, you can read this as a prequel to Long Live the King, but it can also stand alone.

Song: Young God, Halsey 

Warnings: I don’t think there are any 

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid


He says, “Oh, baby girl, you know we’re gonna be legend. 

I’m the king and you’re the queen and we will stumble through heaven

You had known Loki since you were children, you came from a well off family who just happened to have connections with Odin and Frigga. You had known since you were a child that you had liked Loki but you were young and dumb and figured it would go away with time, like all childhood fascinations.  That was hundreds maybe thousands of years ago, you had lost count by now. One thing you hadn’t lost was your friendship with Loki and his brother.

“Y/n, your father and I have something to tell you.” That was the beginning of the end for you.

If there’s a light at the end, it’s just the sun in your eyes

I know you wanna go to heaven but you’re human tonight.

“You’ve been arranged to marry Thor.” Those were the words that changed your life. As soon as the words left your father’s mouth, you wanted him to take them back. It wasn’t that you and Loki had anything going between the two of you, not really. But you were finally beginning to think something might start. You were finally noticing the look in his eyes and how he watched you when he thought you weren’t looking. Those six words ruined everything for you, you’d never get the chance to see if Loki’s glances ever meant anything. You’d never know what a life with him could be like.

And I’ve been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool

For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with the sounds

You had been spending the majority of your time in hiding after that night. You didn’t want to face the trickster, not now. You were moved into the palace as soon as you could be but it wasn’t by choice. You would stay in the grounds till your wedding which would occur after Thor’s coronation. On this particular evening, however, you were in the dining hall letting the noises fill your head so you could take your mind off of your troubles.

But do you feel like a young god?

You know the two of us are just young gods

“So, you’re to wed Thor?” Loki asked you. You hadn’t even noticed him take his place next to you.

“I suppose so,” you muttered

“You don’t seem very pleased,” he added

“Should I be?” you asked him “I didn’t exactly want to marry your brother.”

“Had your eyes set on someone else?” the god smirked, gods that smirk.

You sighed “If you only knew.”

“As if I don’t” Loki chuckled “I have something in mind, something that can put all of this off for a bit longer.”

“You always knew just how to save the day,” you smirked, “anything I can do to help?”

“Just stay put and act like you don’t know what’s going on,” he told you

And we’ll be flying through the streets with the people underneath

And they’re running, running, running

“Frost giants,” Odin muttered, and your stomach flipped

You knew Loki had a trick planned, but you had no idea he was going to do this. Part of you was terrified as you watched the brothers and their father race out of the room. The other half of you was glad that this was over, for now, you’d have at least a week of freedom you wouldn’t have had before.

But do you feel like a young god?

You know the two of us are just young gods

And we’ll be flying through the streets with the people underneath

And they’re running, running, running again

You followed the warriors three into the dining hall after hearing the commotion from within.

“Is everything alright?” you asked

“How could it be?” Volstagg ask distraught “your husband has just wasted a great meal!”

“Would be husband,” you corrected passing off you annoyance as a joke

You looked to Loki and watched his discussion with his brother with the others. The idea of going to Jotunheim and making the Giants pay for what they had done was not one you had in mind.

“You’ll get yourself killed,” you said

“We haven’t yet,” Fandral replied

“She’s right,” Loki countered “if you do this alone Asgard won’t have a king.”

“Who said I’m going alone?” Thor questioned

He says, "Oh, baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges

I’m the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon

There’s a light in the crack that’s separating your thighs

And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight.”

You didn’t realize how much of a difference that trip would make. Loki came back a different person, and Thor wasn’t allowed back. You still loved Loki, and he seemed to love you still, but it was different. You had to admit that no matter how much you loved the god he was a ruthless leader, and to tell the truth he scared you. It wasn’t enough to change your mind when he asked you to be queen. How could you turn an offer like that down? You finally had everything you wanted.

And I’ve been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool

For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with the sounds

And then it was ripped from you, he was gone. You couldn’t stand the celebrations that everyone else seemed to partake in after Thor had told you what happened you made it your goal to never see the light of day. Not till you could be with him, maybe he had corrupted you as you had heard the people say on your rare outings. You didn’t care. They wouldn’t understand, how could they? You sat outside the dining hall now, Thor had convinced you to come out of hiding and have a proper meal.

“I thought I’d find you out here,” he said bringing you a plate of food

“How can you stand this?’ you asked, “They’re all so happy, it’s sickening.”

“You’re starting to sound like him,” Thor warned

“Who says that’s a bad thing?” you smirked, “He wasn’t a bad person, you know that.”
“I know,” he sighed “he did so much bad in his last moments, I fear that’s all anyone will ever remember.”

But do you feel like a young god?

You know the two of us are just young gods

And we’ll be flying through the streets with the people underneath

And they’re running, running, running


A/n: I hope you liked this. As an FYI each fic will be a different reader, but They’ll all be Halsey songs. Love you all -G

(keep me company tonight, ask me questions and for doodles! -G)

anonymous asked:

Dnp when they're about to propose


  • Dan would bring you to a beautiful restaurant with a nice outside dining space.
  • It would be on your anniversary. 
  • “I love playing dress up with you. I also like playing fancy grownups with you even more.”
  • At desert, he would ask. “I have a question for you.” 
  • He wouldn’t get on one knee. 
  • He would hold your hands across the table to ask.
  • After getting home the two of you would call both of your parents to say it happened and celebrate. 


  • Would bring you to a park with beautiful trees and flowers. 
  • “Let’s go take a walk and take photos in front of nature.” 
  • It would end up being the perfect day for a walk in the spring with a nice breeze. 
  • He would so put a camera somewhere to video him getting down on one knee in front of a fountain. 
  • He would post the cute Instagram of you kissing his cheek while holding his face letting the ring be seen.