#I just love these bitches named Elaine and also the one with a y for some reason

[verigayo]

This came to me in the shower so I had to make it.

[sapphicmsmarvel]

acotar x reader: one day at a time

Tw for death: 

Reader loses somebody and their friends are there to pick up the pieces. A lil sprinkle sprinkle of az x reader bc that's MY BABYYYY

Lotsssssss of acts of service within the group. 

Also bc im a petty asshole i included a snippet of one of my racist aunts who said some wild shit to me at MY SISTERS FUNERAL and just basically dissing her. (literally why would you stare at my poc best friend who's just trying to support me. This bitch stared at MY GIRL?? MY BESTIE???? NUH UH NOT ON MY WATCH BITCH). 

Said best friend was just like “she’s never seen a brown person before marie it's fine.” 

NO ITS NOT. IDC IF THIS IS MY SISTERS FUNERAL WE’LL MAKE IT A DOUBLE FUNERAL. 

I'm petty. 

soooo this is born out of grief for my sister. My sister passed away on 03/11/21 and this is very much catered to my grief and these are my comfort characters so naturally i'm gonna write about them when it comes to helping their loved one grieve. 

and yeah this is gonna be based around the reader's sister dying. what can i say. I'm on brand. 

also reader is feyres childhood friend that got turned into a fae with nesta and elain. i feel like that’s just the staple with my fics. 

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When you got notified of your sister's death, it was actually a pretty good day up until that point. Sunny day with clouds, a wonderful brunch date with Mor, adorable children at the studio with Feyre. Afterwards, the two of you began walking back to Feyre’s, content on playing with Nyx for the evening before retiring to your own home. When you walked up, Feyre looked at you and told you about how the Inner Circle were having a meeting inside the office. So you two quickly joined them. 

When you walked in, Rhysand held out a letter, “this was a letter delivered to you.” 

You made a face and grabbed it, “okay, so why are you all staring at me like that?” 

“This person walked into the Spring Court and dropped it on Tamlins doorstep.” Cassian said. “They dropped it in the middle of night, just when he wasn’t prowling like a creep.” 

“What the fuck?” You asked as you analyzed it. 

No name but yours and a pisspoor address. 

Lady Y/N L/N

Night Court

“We didn’t know if it was a…” Azriel trailed off, realizing how silly what he was about to say was. “Hence, why all of us are here.”

“We’re also just nosey.” Mor shrugged, her nose wrinkling. 

You snorted, and tore into it, “you could’ve opened it.” 

“It’s your mail. We may be protective bastards but you still have a right to privacy.” Rhysand drawled. 

Feyre stood next to you as you pulled out the paper, your eyes tracing over it. 

“It’s from my dad.” You said recognizing his handwriting. 

Then, it all went to shit. 

Your big sister was dead, the woman you fought with a lot of the time but yet would take a beating for. Your big sister who helped guide you through life, who would always be there even if she was pissed off at you for some inane reason.

Gone.

You just froze, not knowing what to do. You’re pretty sure Az asked you a question, then Cass, then Rhys. Then you felt Feyre’s hand on your shoulder. 

I need to leave. 

I need to go before I hurt someone. 

You just wordlessly handed the letter to her and winnowed away. 

You didn’t go to your apartment, you didn’t go to the townehouse, you didn’t go anywhere they would find you. 

You went to the middle of the forest. You just picked a random point to lose it.

And you did. 

You didn’t remember much of causing the damage. Only that you managed to stop when Azriel’s arms wrapped around you. You just kept screaming. “I know, I know. It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here.” He said, his lips against your hair. 

His shadows wrapped around your hands, cool wind kissing away the raging inferno of your cuts. You collapsed, taking Azriel to the ground. 

He just held you as you sobbed. You felt his own tears hit your neck. He usually did a better job masking his emotions, but it was you crying, you who he had a deeper bond with. So he let his emotions run free.

“Y/N!” Feyre called into your mind. Your shields were down and you didn’t even notice.

“Az has me, i’m sorry I-” 

“Don’t apologize. I would’ve done worse if I found out…” Her voice trailed off. 

“I’m sorry I ran off.” 

“Do not apologize.” She said sternly, “After you and Az are done come back to the River House. You can sleep at our house tonight. Guest bed is currently being made up.” 

She left your mind before you could respond. You breathed in the smell of Az. 

Azriel brought you back to Feyre and Rhysand’s home. Rhys had trouble with touch, but never with you. He brought you into his arms instantly. You tried not to let the tears surface again, but it was quite hard when a brotherly kiss was pressed against your head. 

“We got you, Y/N.” He whispered against the crown of your head.

Nuala and Cerridwen made you your favorite food. Which prompted you to start crying again. The twins looked so panicked that it almost made you laugh. Elain made your favorite cookies, which again kept the tears going.

“I don’t know why I’m crying over this.” You said helplessly, you managed to laugh during that. 

Feyre and Elain hugged you from both sides. 

You retired to the guest bedroom, you found a pile of fluffy blankets and your favorite candy. As well as a bouquet of your favorite flowers with Mor’s handwriting scrawled on the note. Amren left you a bottle of your favorite wine too. 

Eventually, after some more tears, there was a knock at your door. You called out for them to come in but saw Nyx. 

The little guy was walking even more, speaking full sentences. It’s insane to you that he grew so fast but it has been 5 years since he was born. 

“Go on like we practiced.” You heard Feyre encourage from behind the door frame. 

“Hi, Auntie.” The little guy mumbled. Holding a glass of water. “I have something for you.” 

“Yeah buddy?” You smiled despite the shitty day. Your nephew made everything better. 

Rhysand walked in behind him, as did Feyre. Rhysand lifted him up onto the bed while Feyre handed you a cup of hot chocolate. 

You were just glad Nyx wasn’t holding the hot drink. 

“Here’s some wata.” He said, his small hands handing you the glass. 

“Oh thank you.” You said earnestly and took a sip. You set it on the table. Then you laid back down and faced him. “Just what I needed.” You were genuine. 

“Auntie, are you sad?” Both Feyre and Rhys froze at their sons question. Clearly, he was going off script. 

You sniffed, “yeah, Nyxie. I’m really sad.” 

“I love you.” His eyes were so big, so genuine. You were going to cry for a whole new reason. 

“I love you more.” 

“Nuh uh.” He said, as a typical toddler wanting to argue no matter what. 

You huffed a laugh and opened your arms. “Come here.” 

He crawled into your arms with no hesitation. You were careful of his little baby wings as you held him close to you. 

You loved this kid. 

Feyre settled in behind you on the bed, Rhysand joined on the other side with his son. 

They held you as you drifted off into a dreamless sleep, hoping to see your sister one last time. 

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When it came to planning the funeral, you had to go out to your family’s cottage to help. You said you could go alone, but frankly, good luck telling Nesta and the Valkyries to stay behind when one of their own is in pain. 

So when you saddled up to your family with three warriors behind you, they were scared a bit to say the least. 

Emerie held your hand during the funeral discussion as Nesta watched the director to make sure she wasn’t insensitive to you. Gwyn stood guard behind you. They were protectors, they were not gonna leave one of their girls to deal with this alone.

Eventually, the funeral was planned. The rest of your chosen family came out and surprised you. You sent a notice to them of when the funeral was and told them they didn’t need to come because you knew how busy they were. 

When they showed up on your family’s doorstep to surprise you, you started crying again. 

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The day of the funeral, it was the entire inner circle crammed into the living room of the cottage of your mortal family’s living space.  

You felt bad cramming two males with wings into that small space, especially with so many other people. But Cassian and Azriel assured you that there’s nowhere else they would be. 

You slept sharing a flimsy mattress with Elain, since the other two sisters were with their mates. But Feyre and Rhys slept close. So did Nesta and Cassian. Both women facing your general direction. 

Azriel did not sleep. He wanted to be there in case you woke up in tears again. 

Amren slept sitting up against a wall, she wouldn’t admit it but she wanted an eye on you. She only trusted hers. 

Mor was curled on the other side of you. You were sandwiched between her and Elain. 

Emerie and Gwyn slept down by your guys’ legs. Emerie’s head on Mor’s thigh. Gwyn hugging Elain legs in her sleep. 

Azriel chose not to mention what happened when your dad came downstairs in the middle of the night to check on you. 

It was as if he wasn’t sure if you’d really be there. He just lost one daughter, he didn’t want to lose another. 

He nodded at Azriel who nodded back. Assuring him that you weren’t going anywhere. That you always had people watching out for you.  

As everyone got ready, it was a somber moment. Elain did your hair, Mor did your makeup, Amren set out your jewelry and Feyre handled your clothes. They didn’t want you doing anything. 

Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie let your nephew and niece play with their swords. It was the one thing they seemed interested in so they let them do it. 

Rhysand was currently trying to get your dad to accept a check from him and Feyre to pay for everything plus anything else your parents need during this time. Your father was refusing. Rhys spoke bluntly. “Your daughter is my family, please let me take care of her family.” 

Your dad didn’t. But Rhys hid the check in your dads night table. He felt yucky going into their room but did it to make sure they got the check. 

On the way to the funeral, Azriel had offered his arm for you to take, which you gratefully did. Rhysand got the door for you. Az led you in. The overprotective bat boys acted like your body guards, which you appreciated, however you couldn’t help but giggle a little bit at it. 

Nesta told you before the funeral to let her know if you wanted her to intervene to keep some relatives away. 

One of your (racist) aunts kept telling you how you’re responsible for your sister's kids. Then when she saw Azriel, Cassian, Rhysand, Amren and Emerie, she just stared. Before you could intervene, Elain and Gwyn stood in front of them. 

You almost wacked her so hard it was going to be a double funeral. You had prepared them before that some relatives were racist. They didn’t give a rat's ass. 

Oh and then everyone in your party including you were Fae. That also did not help. 

Hence why you lived in Velaris, away from all the bigotry.

During the service, Feyre sat on one side of you, Amren on the other side. Feyre clutched your hand and Amren even held out her hand for you. She always had a soft spot for you. Mor’s makeup didn’t last long throughout the service which is why she did bare minimum on your face. 

Afterwards, you left pretty soon after the service was done. You just had to leave the building. You guys went to a pub in your funeral attire. Azriel sat next to you and Nesta on the other side. Rhys refused to let you pay. But you knew he was trying to get you riled up. It was working. 

He was incredibly happy to see the fire return to your eyes. 

At that moment, with your family, you knew you were going to be okay. 

Just have to take every day one step at a time.

[viradeity]

wingspan

summary: The Inner Circle ladies have a much needed night out, talk about wingspan ensues.

oh yeah requests are open!

azriel x reader

A/N: I had a lot of fun with this one. This was based off a popular Tik Tok sound going around now. Also, I am currently drinking Arizona while writing this, I realize I love Arizona just as much as I love Azriel.

THIS IS SUPER SHORT, I JUST NEED TO POST SOMETHING.

Warnings: Extremely Suggestive.

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You sighed against the loveseat you were sitting in, swirling around your wine in its glass. The girls have decided it was time for a night out. Honestly, you couldn't pass up the chance to hang with them.

The night was perfect, starting with you guys going for dinner, then doing a little shopping. Now, you were having a chat over drinks. You were completely lost in thought until someone called your attention.

"Y/n?" Elain asked.

"Yeah?" you replied, words not coming to you as fast doing to being a little tipsy.

"We were wondering um..." Elain seemed to blush and not continue.

Thankfully, Nesta finished, "We were wondering if Azriel has the biggest wingspan, for real."

The rest only looked at you with a look that screamed, "give us the details"

You laughed and took one big swing of your drink, "He might not look like he gets bitches, but honey that dick was 11 inches!"

When you finished, the girls jaws literally fell to the floor. Mor was the first to speak.

"I am actually crying for your cervix."

To this, Amren thoughtfully replied with, "In all my years of knowing him.....holy fucking shit."

Feyre just laughed, "Well- he's 100% the biggest, no question there."

Nesta looked at you thoughtfully and said, "I gotta say, I am pretty jealous, not even Cass could compare."

Elain had a face that said "what in Mother's name-"

When you got home, you saw Az. Rhys, and Cassian having a talk on the couch, they all looked up at you all as you came in.

"Hey love, how was your night?" Azriel asked.

"It was good, we talked about stuff."

"LIke what?"

"Wingspan." you deadpanned.

To this, the three batboys sighed, and brought out the measuring tape.

[thelov3lybookworm]

ya know what time it is 😏

“Well it’s a good job you’re not only my lover but my mate as well” he playfully bit the lobe of her ear, the blushing woman squealing in the tight grip of his arms as she tried to escape his affectionate nibbles.

well.. can i have some affectionate nibbles???

Azriel pulling her back into him, refusing to let the woman go, amber eyes moving back to the mirror to admire the happy couple smiling back at him in the reflection. Stomach doing somersaults at the love shining in Y/N’s eyes as she looked up at the male.

happy couple smiling back at him 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Ella? Eleanor?” “Elain.” “Yes Elain! Ok.”

i just hope this ella dont be a bitch later on 😒😒also, yn, darling, you dont have to remember her name

“well, unfortunately for them I only have eyes for my big grumpy mate who would no doubt show them who I belong to.”

i wish i had a big grumpy mate 😔

“I’m not grumpy, I just don’t like people”

so relatable lol 😂

“The beds right there” Azriel pleaded as she rolled her eyes at his hint, playfully slapping his chest as he chuckled.

my poor boi 💀

The male drew her into a crushing embrace, sneaking in one last kiss on the top of her head before his shadows engulfed them.

🥹🥹🥹

Hoping that maybe, just maybe, she may be looking at these streets as a place she would one day like to call home.

😭😭😭😭

"Yeah?" he asked shyly

this made me want to bite him 🥲🥲🥲

Y/N failed to notice his bitter mood, she was too preoccupied with gazing at her surroundings in awe as Azriel dragged her through the winding streets by her hand, trailing behind him like a lost puppy.

stopp shes so cutee 😭😭😭

Elain was also opting to work quietly, unreadable eyes sometimes flickering in the direction of the shadowsinger and his new love.

Meanwhile Cassian shouted, "I knew it!" and began to list all the unrelated reasons as to why he believed he had always known that Azriel found his mate during his stay in the Day Court.

i love himm stawppp 😭😭😭

"Mates?" Elain quietly sounded, eyes locking onto the floor in disappointment.

🤨🤨🤨

Cassian frowned, a paint-stained hand coming to rest on his chin as he observed his painting alongside the woman. "It's supposed to be Azriel" he admitted in disappointment, "I guess I can't quite get the face right.”

my child 😭😭😭😭

The woman grew a mischievous smile, pulling a sniggering Y/N to her side and into a one-armed hug, "I don't know why you're thanking me Azriel. It's Y/N who I invited, not you."

...

oh

oh well

i love that she did not let her crush come between a possible friendship 🥹🥹🥹

"It's you" he replied, his proud amber eyes burning into his own work, "what you make me feel, what the bond makes me feel. Every stroke of the brush, every whirl of paint, it's all you."

and bastard said he dont need to resort to poetry 🤨🤨🤨

"Cauldron Azriel!" Cassian's shrill voice severed the consuming aura of the moment Y/N and Azriel were sharing, "Feyre needs to start giving you some lessons cause let me tell you that is one ugly-"

💀💀💀

CASSIAN DOES NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT 'STAY OUT OF DANGER' MEANS BOI NO- 😭😭😭

Hobbies Part 11.

~ Azriel X Reader

Summary: In an attempt to keep Azriel away from Elain, Rhys sends him on a sabbatical to the Day Court. With a lot more free time on his hands Azriel needs to find something to keep him occupied. Unfortunately he meets Y/N who has the annoying habit of not staying away. Can she teach him that there’s more to life than he thought?

Grumpy!Azriel X Sunshine!Reader

Series masterlist

Warnings: mentions of sex

“Will you stop fussing? You look divine!” Azriel praised as he walked up to where Y/N was nervously fretting over her appearance in the mirror. His soothing hands meeting her waist as he pulled her backwards to rest against his chest in a comforting embrace. Mesmerised eyes taking in the reflection before him, Y/N wrapped perfectly in his arms as if she was the missing piece of what was the unfinished puzzle of Azriel’s life.

He placed a tender kiss against her cheek, moving his hands to appreciatively brush them along the fabric of her dress. Another marvellous creation of her own design. “You don’t happen to have a matching top for me, do you?” He asked, eyes still locked onto her angelic face in the mirror as he delicately planted sweet kisses along her neck. A twinkle appeared in her eyes as she pouted in faux disappointment, “I’m afraid not. I must say I’m surprised, I didn’t take you as the kind of person who would want to wear matching clothes with his lover in front of his family.”

“Well it’s a good job you’re not only my lover but my mate as well” he playfully bit the lobe of her ear, the blushing woman squealing in the tight grip of his arms as she tried to escape his affectionate nibbles. Azriel pulling her back into him, refusing to let the woman go, amber eyes moving back to the mirror to admire the happy couple smiling back at him in the reflection. Stomach doing somersaults at the love shining in Y/N’s eyes as she looked up at the male.

Azriel sighed heavily as he rested his chin onto Y/N’s shoulder, “Are you sure we can’t just stay here? I can think of many, much more scandalous, things I’d rather do with you than go and see my family.”

“And aren’t we so fortunate that we now have all the time in the world to do said scandalous things. We can try every sinful thought that crosses through that dirty mind of yours.”

Azriel’s grip on Y/N tightened at her words, his eyes growing dark as she sent a dangerously sensual image down the new found bond. She smirked at his growing predicament pressing against her, pleased at the power she held over the male, before she teased, “oh but what a shame. I think if we tried to escape your family any longer they might come and bash down my door and I’d rather not have an audience when I’m showing you just how much I love you.”

“Let them watch” he groaned, smile dropping from his face as she pulled away before he could act on his desires.

Y/N began to pace the room anxiously, repeating everything Azriel had told her about his friends, “So there’s Rhysand and Feyre, and they have the baby right?”

“Nyx yes.”

“And then there’s Cassian and Nesta. Then Mor, Amren and… oh gosh who was it? Ella? Eleanor?”

“Elain.”

“Yes Elain! Ok.”

“You’ll be fine,” he reassured the fretting woman, just as he had been doing for the past six hours since Rhysand had sent them the invitation, “as much as I know I’m going to dislike it, I don’t think there’s a single person who could meet you and not fall unbelievably and entirely in love with you.”

Y/N stopped her pacing, flushing at Azriel’s words as she moved towards him to place her smaller hands in his, “well, unfortunately for them I only have eyes for my big grumpy mate who would no doubt show them who I belong to.”

“I’m not grumpy, I just don’t like people” Azriel defended with a scowl as a giggling Y/N pecked his cheek.

“Ok” she released a deep breath, giving Azriel’s hands a gentle squeeze, “I’m ready. Let’s go now before I change my mind.”

“The beds right there” Azriel pleaded as she rolled her eyes at his hint, playfully slapping his chest as he chuckled. The male drew her into a crushing embrace, sneaking in one last kiss on the top of her head before his shadows engulfed them. A storm of darkness surrounding their hold as the shadows whisked the loving couple away to the Night Court. To Velaris the City of Starlight.

~~~~~

The pair stepped out from the shadows into an empty cobbled street. A slight chill in the air causing Y/N to shiver at the unfamiliar climate, Azriel made a mental note to get her some more weather appropriate clothes for whenever she was to join him in the Night Court.

Azriel watched on with nervous interest as Y/N took in her new surroundings. Having never been to the night court, he prayed she would find Velaris just as magical as he had done. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, she may be looking at these streets as a place she would one day like to call home.

They hadn't yet had the chance to talk about how their relationship would work with the two hailing from different courts, but Azriel couldn't help but let his mind drift to sweet thoughts of the pair living together in a small cottage overlooking the Sidra. Once more dreaming of a perfect domestic life with the woman, only this time he could dream of them doing it all together as mates.

Y/N was beaming widely as usual, her bright eyes absorbing the view of the picturesque street. "Oh Az, it's beautiful! It looks just like something from a fairytale!" she exclaimed, Azriel releasing a relieved sigh at her open appreciation.

"Yeah?" he asked shyly, "Think you'd like to come back to visit me here?" He needed to hear the words from her lips so Azriel could be free to dream about the future he so longed to have.

Y/N laughed at his anxious question, finding it silly how he would think a place would change her opinion of the man, how it would change how deeply she felt about him, "Azriel," she smiled, pulling both of his hands into her own, "you could live in a literal ditch, and I would still visit you every opportunity I have. Because I love you Azriel, not your Court. Although it is a very beautiful one...you may find it quite difficult to get rid of me."

Now feeling silly about his previous worries, Azriel leaned forward to press a soft kiss against Y/N's lips, joking as he pulled away, "I'd wait to meet my family first before you say things like that, you may change your mind on that fairly quickly."

"I'm sure if they're even half as good as you are I'll love them" she replied, pulling the male in for another sweet kiss whilst they were still in the pleasurable bubble of their own company.

"Don't say I didn't warn you" Azriel teased as he began to lightly push Y/N in the direction they needed to go, his large hand resting protectively on the small of her back.

~~~~~

Azriel already knew this was going to be the most embarrassing night of his life. He had already prepared for that. What he hadn't prepared for was the impatient nudge of Rhysand's voice in his head telling him to hurry up and meet them at Feyre's art studio in the Rainbow. Azriel had expected a sit down meal, maybe even a trip to Rita's for a few drinks if the night went well, but of course it seems his brother has something more nefarious planned.

The shadowsinger, who already wished he was still holed up in the Day Court cottage with Y/N, sullenly led his mate to where the rest of his family were waiting for the pair. Y/N failed to notice his bitter mood, she was too preoccupied with gazing at her surroundings in awe as Azriel dragged her through the winding streets by her hand, trailing behind him like a lost puppy.

Her excitement over being in a new court steadily increasing, until by the time they had made it to the Rainbow Azriel was sure if she were any happier she'd likely combust from the enthusiasm.

He held the door open for her as they entered the studio, Y/N's eyes lighting with glee as she noticed where he had taken her. The inner circle were all waiting inside, turning from their conversations to face the newly together couple.

"Oh my cauldron you're beautiful!" Cassian cried overenthusiastically earning an eye roll from his mate due to his antics. Bounding over to the pair he mockingly wipes faux tears from his eyes before gripping Y/N by her arms and pulling her into the biggest bear hug he could muster. If Y/N were startled by his actions she didn't show it, instead she reciprocated the hug, grinning at the large man as she spoke, "You must be Cassian, I've heard so much about you."

The General gasped as he put her down, turning to yank his grumbling brother into a hug as he teased, "Oh Azzie, I knew you always talked about me!" The rest of his family began to approach the pair, exchanging welcoming hugs (which were less bone-crushing than Cassian's but just as warming) and polite greetings.

Azriel watched his family interact with the woman and he couldn't help but think that if Y/N could be likened to anything it would be the sun, her glowing energy forcing anyone near her to fall into a natural orbit. Her presence acting like gravity, drawing everyone towards her. They had been in the room for all of two minutes and Y/N was already animatedly chatting away with Feyre as she admired her studio, the two women acting as though they had been friends for centuries.

Whilst she was distracted, a grouchy Azriel hovered over to Rhysand, whispering sharply in the male's ear so not to be overheard, "What are we doing here?"

"I showed Feyre the painting from Y/N and she wanted to plan something that would make her feel comfortable, isn't that sweet Azzie?" Rhysand smirked at Azriel's bulging eyes, clearly finding his shock entertatining.

"You showed her the painting?" he grit through his teeth, cheeks turning red at the thought of the High Lady seeing something that felt so personal to Azriel.

"Oh...I showed everyone the painting" Rhys replied as if it was obvious, pointing over to where a flushed Y/N was smiling gently as Feyre held said painting in her hands as she talked about it to the woman.

"You actually hate me" Azriel concluded, eyes now drifting around the room in fear as he noticed the number of blank canvases standing on easels. Feyre's brilliant idea obviously being that they all had a family painting session.

"Don't worry brother," Rhysand grinned as he wrapped a comforting arm around Azriel, "I brought drinks!"

~~~~~

The concentration in the room was palpable. Well, from some of the members. Azriel, Feyre, Amren and Cassian all working in a focused silence, tongues absentmindedly poking from their lips. Elain was also opting to work quietly, unreadable eyes sometimes flickering in the direction of the shadowsinger and his new love. On the other hand: Rhysand, Mor, Nesta and Y/N were all happily chatting away as they gossiped whilst painting their creations. Wine flowing to their heads as they giggled to each other whilst occasionally stumbling on the tall wooden stools they were sat on.

"I have to say," Rhysand mumbled a confession as he squinted at his painting, "Azriel gave us quite the fright when he disappeared from here - twice may I add. He was acting like a feral beast, we all thought you had to mean a lot to him for him to be acting like that."

"Well," Y/N sighed contentedly, affectionate eyes meeting Azriel's from where he sat next to her, "I suppose finding out you're mates would do that to someone."

A chorus of surprised cries flooded the room. The inner circle chiding their friend for not breaking the news to them sooner. Sweet Elain squeaked in shock, spitting out a large gulp of wine all over her canvas. Meanwhile Cassian shouted, "I knew it!" and began to list all the unrelated reasons as to why he believed he had always known that Azriel found his mate during his stay in the Day Court.

"Mates?" Elain quietly sounded, eyes locking onto the floor in disappointment. Before she could say anymore her sister chimed in, Nesta leaning over to place a friendly hand on Y/N's own as she congratulated the couple, "That's wonderful news. We're really happy for you Azriel, you two make a wonderful pair."

Having been sat in a nervous stupor most of the night, praying that Y/N and his family got on well, Azriel flashed Nesta a crooked smile, thanking the woman for her kind words. "Yeah, we do" he replied earnestly, eyes moving to rest on his lovely mate.

"Well cheers to that!" Cassian bellowed as he raised his full glass in the air, liquid sloshing messily down his sleeve.

~~~~~

"What is that?" Y/N asked, squinting inquisitively at Cassian's masterful creation, "A horse?...A blue horse?".

Cassian frowned, a paint-stained hand coming to rest on his chin as he observed his painting alongside the woman. "It's supposed to be Azriel" he admitted in disappointment, "I guess I can't quite get the face right.” Y/N laid a supportive hand onto the general's shoulder, lying through her teeth in an attempt to make it feel better, "Oh of course! You're just forgetting the wings that's all!"

The General gasped at Y/N's words, beside himself that he forgot to paint his brothers wings, he eagerly lunged for his palette so he could complete the portrait of his, eyebrows still knitted together as he focused on painting the lines as steadily as he could.

Y/N moved past the male with a chuckle, wanting to see what other wonders Azriel's family had created. She came across the most exquisite piece, a lovely garden which radiated life, beautiful flowers of all shades decorating the scene. Gasping in awe at the tranquility of the scene, she turned to the artist to profess her appreciation, "It's beautiful! I've never seen a garden like it!"

"Oh...Thank you," Elain quietly answered, "It's of my own one."

"You have a garden? Oh that's wonderful, I bet the painting doesn't even do it justice! You must be really talented if it looks anything as good as this."

Elain cracked a small smile of appreciation, "Thank you, you can come see it sometime if you like. The next time Azriel brings you up maybe?"

"I'd love that!" Y/N replied joyfully, having always had a love for gardens which had only increased by a tenfold since that night with her mate. Azriel tentatively approached the pair, slowly walking towards them before coming to a stop at Y/N's side. "Everything ok here?" he nervously asked, eyes flittering between the two.

"Yes!" Y/N beamed, resting her head against his shoulder, "I was just telling Elain how magnificent her painting is, and she's invited me to come see her garden next time I'm here!"

Azriel relaxed his muscles, not even noticing how tense he had been standing, he flashed Elain a grateful smile, eyes full of apologies for not telling her what had unraveled during his time in Autumn, for not giving her the closure she deserved, "Thank you Elain."

The woman grew a mischievous smile, pulling a sniggering Y/N to her side and into a one-armed hug, "I don't know why you're thanking me Azriel. It's Y/N who I invited, not you."

~~~~~

It had been a wonderful night. Meeting Azriel's family and being allowed a glimpse into his life here in the Night Court filled Y/N with an indescribable warmth she has failed to experience in her life until this moment. Still admiring the artwork they had created tonight, Y/N slowly approached Feyre's canvas, tears welling in her eyes at the sight before her.

There, huddled together in the center of the detailed painting was the inner circle. Arms wrapped around each other's figures, connecting them all in one large hug. Laughing faces stared back at Y/N, their eyes all overflowing with carefree humour as their dazzling smiles met her own.

And there, joined in the familial embrace, was Y/N. Locked tightly in a beaming Azriel's arms. Her smile as equally wide as his as her eyes twinkled with an uncontrollable joy.

Y/N had never had any family and spent most of her life growing up alone and uncared for. But here, wide eyes staring at the familiar woman in the painting who was surrounded by Azriel's loving family, Y/N allowed herself to dream of that family one day being hers as well.

"Oh wow that's amazing" Azriel's voice sounded from behind Y/N, his chin coming to rest on her shoulder as he admired Feyre's hard work. Y/N failed to hold the sob that broke from her mouth as she settled into Azriel's tender hold. "Hey...hey what's wrong?" Azriel asked worriedly, shifting Y/N in his embrace until her face was pressed against his chest. He murmured sweet nothings into her ear to calm her until she was able to speak, swaying them gently in an attempt to comfort the sniffling woman.

Once Y/N had settled enough to speak, she craned her neck back in order to look at her mate, eyes still red and watery. "You have the most amazing family" she wept, unable to stop the tracks of tears rolling down her cheeks.

"We do" Azriel replied simply, agreeing with her statement. He placed a small kiss on her forehead before beginning to gently wipe the tears from her face with his hands. Turning Y/N until she faced the painting once more, back nestled into his chest. "You know I'm not actually related to any of them through blood" Azriel pointed out, his low voice rumbling against her back, "But we found each other and built something special between us. Something that means more to us than just family."

Y/N still sniffled slightly but she was deadly focussed on listening to every word that came from Azriel's mouth as he continued, "Some bonds run deeper than blood. And you're a part of that now. You're one of us."

"Yeah?" Y/N asked hesitantly, fingers coming to brush up against her euphoric form in the painting. Azriel hugged her midsection tightly, gently pulling her back so her hand dropped from the piece, "don't go trying to rub yourself off. You're stuck with us now."

She laughed through her tears, opting to rest her hands on Azriel's encircling arms instead. Happy with the home she had found with the male.

Allowing the final few tears to fall, she breathed out deeply, allowing her overwhelming emotions to expire.

"What did you paint?" she asked curiously, realizing she had now seen every painting in the room except her mates.

"Come on," he smiled, holding out a hand for her to take, "I'll show you."

~~~~~

Y/N stared at the painting which glared right back at her. Absorbing the piece in it's entirety as she tried to figure out what it was.

It was beautiful, a swirl of misty yellows and glittering golds, whirling together on the canvas. Colours blending in harmony as they glided across the surface. The picture had a depth to it, sparking a desire inside her chest to try and climb into it, to see just how far she would make it into the glowing storm, wondering what kind of nirvana she would discover at the end of it.

"Its incredible Az! But...what is it?" she daren't remove her eyes from the painting, afraid that the spiritual journey it was taking her on would be cut short.

"It's you" he replied, his proud amber eyes burning into his own work, "what you make me feel, what the bond makes me feel. Every stroke of the brush, every whirl of paint, it's all you."

His words held truth, as Y/N stood and observed each flowing line that moved along the canvas, she felt a strange sense of intamacy with the artwork. As though Azriel had torn out her soul and plastered it across the surface. Her soul which Azriel had recognized before she had, her mate knowing every part of her in it's entirety.

"I see you for what you are" Azriel stated, bond already revealing your thoughts to him, "Just as you see me."

"Cauldron Azriel!" Cassian's shrill voice severed the consuming aura of the moment Y/N and Azriel were sharing, "Feyre needs to start giving you some lessons cause let me tell you that is one ugly-"

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Notes: Hehe if you want to do what I did picture Azriel punching Cassian for that!

Everybody can thank the lovely @charlineraven for speaking this extra part into existence! (I'm so glad you did! 💕💕)

Just the epilogue to go now!

Also for all those expecting a big Elain confrontation I’m sorry! It felt wrong to belittle a woman just for having a crush (come on! Who can blame her I love Az so much)

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[justasparkwritings]

Troll In Love: Part 1

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Exes to Lovers, Non-Idol AU

Rating: PG-17

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: What happens when your work nemesis and your ultimate troll team up to flip your world upside down? 

Note: This piece is for the #thebtswritersclub fic exchange! Look out for Part 2 later this week. 

This fic is dedicated to, written for the incomparable @xjoonchildx​, who I have been lucky enough to be paired with. A major fan, this was an intimidating endeavor, and I’m kind of in love with what I’ve created for her. And if she hates it .... it’s trash okay? jk... kind of. 

Banner by me. 

Monday: Pitch Meeting

           “Everyone has an inherent archnemesis,” Claire began her presentation, eyes peering across the conference room, attempting to make thoughtful eye contact with her peers.

          Finally, a staff writer, this pitch marked her first foray into feature writing. It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried, in her three years at the company as a freelance writer, it wasn’t that she didn’t draft proposals, complete preliminary research, no, she absolutely did. But there was always someone in front of her, someone who always came around the corner, nicking first place with seconds to spare. Claire hated you from the moment you arrived, bright eyed and excited, a recent college graduate gunning for a position at the magazine. While it took her years to pitch a cover story feature, years to move from an assistant to full-time staff writer, you had done so in a handful of years.

          Today, Claire decided, that would change.  She had prepped and planned for weeks, laid in wait for Marissa to give her the go ahead to pitch her idea to the team. Adjusting her Dior, she shifted from heel to heel before speaking again.

          “We all have that one person who no matter what we post, they find a way to demean it, turn it negative, make it about something completely unrelated. Whether that’s politics, or religion, or sex, there is that one troll we can’t help but root against. My proposal is to use a few members of staff to find their internet trolls, to engage with them over a period of time, and if they’re willing, interview them, both separately and together. I want to discover what it is that makes them keep commenting, why they always seem to gravitate towards certain posts, who their audience is and how it relates to our greater understandings of our enemies.” Claire sighed, the heavy lifting of her presentation just beginning.

           “I like it, who do you want to use?” Marissa asked.

           “Someone from each of our most high-profile teams, or the people in our office that have the largest social media followings. For a few that overlaps,”

           “Who are those people?”

           “Y/N, Jaxson, Hoseok, Emma and Bridgette,” Claire explained. “They have an average Instagram following of ten thousand, and on Twitter it’s twelve thousand.”

           “What do you post that gets you so many followers?” Gillian questioned.

           “My ass,” Jaxson laughed. “But really, it’s Drag Race content,”

           “Good, you have a list. I need written permission from each of you to interview you and your top internet harassers.”

           “I’d like to request that my name be off the list,” You asked, hand still raised.

           Hoseok asked, knowing the answer deep in his bones. “Why?”

           “I just, I don’t think it’d be a –

           “Nonsense, you have a large following, I’m sure there’s someone who pisses you off regularly,” Marissa interrupted.

           “Yes, there is! What’s his name? Jimin?” Claire pretended to scan her page, her cursory glance perfunctory instead of practical.

           You heard the gasp leave Hoseok’s mouth before you registered what was happening.

“Fuck you!” You snapped. “I’m sorry, that was inappropriate, but the sentiment remains.”

           “It was, but it also sealed your fate.” Marissa stood. “Start assembling your team and listen to Claire, I’m sure she has a list of things she needs from you.”

           “I do!” Claire chimed.

           “Great, get me the contracts from legal and get it to each of the people you’ve listed before 5PM today, I want signed consent before you leave this building.”

           “What if I don’t want to?” You asked, your final plea.

           “You owe her for the debacle with your last interview,” Marissa reminded you.

           “It’s not my fault they were drunk both times! I got the article done and out. It was one of our biggest issues in the last year and was followed up by two other feature pieces by me that beat that record,” You countered, your success an unnecessary brag in a room full of people who feared and admired your work.

           “I don’t care, Y/N, handle it,” Marissa sauntered out, her assistants following close behind.

           Slouching in your chair, your eyes landed on Claire, glaring daggers into her perfectly straight midnight bob. She was everything you hated, a brown noser, a narcissist, a career driven monster who had been biting at your heels since you arrived. She was jealous, blinded by some lofty goal that she’d be an editor or editor in chief before 28, a feat rare in fashion, unless you were Elaine Welterwroth or Margaret Zhang, of course. They had become editors and editors in chief by ages 29 and 27 respectively. Though Zhang had begun her career blogging at 16, a fact that only infuriated Claire who was too busy popping pimples and trying to lose her virginity to her junior varsity boyfriend.

          Claire could spend days listing everything she hated about you. She hated your easy interactions with coworkers, the ability to have the entire room stop and listen when you spoke, the craft of your written work and relationships maintained with subjects years after interviewing them. She hated how you left work with Hoseok on your arm or went to drinks with the assistants and interns. How you achieved so many bylines, becoming an editor in your own right without so much as breaking a sweat, while she was scraping the barrel to be noticed. You seemingly had everything Claire wanted, and Claire was sick of it.

Monday: Your Office

           “Thank you, for your participation,” Claire said, sitting across from you in your office.

           “You aren’t welcome, I’m actually rather unimpressed with your ability to ambush not only me but the other people you’ve trapped into doing your article,” You crossed your legs, adjusting the waist band of your trousers and continued to scowl at her. Claire had only heard of your less than cheerful personality, though it remained largely rumored, she had never had it confirmed or dared to see it in person.

           “How, charming,” She rolled her eyes.

           “Look, you don’t want to be talking to me, I don’t want to be talking to you. Just tell me what you want so I can send you on your way.”

           Claire watched as you reached across your desk to grab your black and white planner, flipping open to the weeks page and holding your pen at the ready. The inside, covered in stickers and hand lettered phrases, fit the persona Claire so desperately wanted to mimic.

           “I need you to read and sign this,” Claire slid the agreement across your glass desk. “Then, I need you to identify the username of your troll, and I need to borrow an intern from your team.”  

           “You can’t have one,”

           “Marissa said I could have whatever I needed, and I need an intern to comb through your tweets.”

           “I can save you the trouble, I rarely tweet, when I do, it’s addressing the same ass hat,” You explained.

           “Well, I need their handle,”

           “Fine,”

           “And the intern,” Claire was firm.

           You rolled your eyes, before pressing the intercom. “Hey Alexis, can you send Erin to me?”

           “Sure thing,” Alexis replied.

           “Thank you,”

           Claire rolled her eyes.

           “Jealous?” You questioned.

           “Read the contract, sign it and send it back to me along with answering the Form that’s in your inbox,” Claire directed.

           “Great,”

           “I’ll be back on Friday to go over your tweets and exchanges before we decide on a tactic to reach out to them and ask them to come in for an interview,” Claire explained. It didn’t annoy you that she was prepared, but it did piss you off a little to know how much she had thought this through. Maybe you should give her a chance, professionally, not socially, Claire would remain a bottom feeder.

           “Who says they’re in the city?” You questioned.

           “If not, we’ll Zoom with them, okay?”

           “Excuse me, you wanted to see me?” Erin peered through the door; wavy bangs parted slightly to expose her forehead and freckled cheeks.

           “Yes, your projects are on hold. Claire here needs your help with her feature article, and as my intern, you are to report to her for the remainder of the project,” You explained.

           Erin’s eyes widened, never had she been reassigned to a special project, let alone with Claire who was notorious for running interns and assistants into the ground. “Who will take over my work?”

           “Can you make a list of where you’re at and send it to me? I will meet with the team tomorrow to talk about where we need to fill in the gaps,”

           “Okay,”

           “Claire, this is Erin, if you are a bitch to her, I will ensure you don’t ever write a feature piece or move past copy editor here or anywhere,”

           “I don’t know where you get off thinking you can speak to me like –

           “I am your superior, and you will respect my intern or face the consequences,”

           “Fine,” Claire turned and left, leaving Erin wondering what on earth she had been roped into.

Tuesday: Happy Hour

           “You gave the real handle?” Hoseok asked over drinks after work, a little happy hour to celebrate leaving the office before 7PM.

           “What was I going to do? She could easily look at my Twitter and Instagram and find out, why lie?”

           “What happened to preservation?” Hoseok mocked.

           “Either I give in and get Claire off my back, or I get called to Marissa’s and have consequences, like I’m a fucking child.”

           Hoseok eyed you suspiciously. “Did you give her his name?”

           “You saw in that meeting, she already knows. I blame you,”

           “Me?”

           “Yes you, always talking about dance classes with Jimin, the good old days of photographing him and styling him in college. He abandoned me to go to school with you, and you’ve taken it all in stride.” You explained. It wasn’t a new story, a new plea, a new exploration of your tempestuous non-relationship with Jimin. It was sad, really, listening to you express the hurt you’ve never let go of.

           “He didn’t abandon you to come to school with me,” Hoseok laughed.

           “Potato, Tomato,”

           “You should talk-

           “Nope, you made your once monthly ‘you should talk to Jimin’ comment a week ago over margheritas, you don’t get another for ten more days,” You scolded.

           “Fine, fine.”

           “I don’t even know where he is,” You muttered, pink liquid of your Paloma slipping down your throat.

           “That’s a lie,”

           “Can you stop calling me out and let me hate him?” You hadn’t meant to snap, but the constant chatter revolving around Jimin was too much to handle, it was too much in two days, too much in the years since you last saw him. Park Jimin was, and has remained, too much.  

           “Fine,” Hoseok resigned. “Have you looked at your tweets lately?”

           “No, I refuse to go back and read whatever horrors I wrote in 2019,”

           “You should,” He suggested.

           “I guarantee Claire will force me to read them. Probably aloud at some last-minute staff meeting she puts together on Friday to fucking fillet me,” You rolled your eyes again, the last dregs of grapefruit clumping together as they slid down the side of your glass.

           “Maybe if you weren’t so,” He starts.

           “Bitchy?”

           “Your words, then she would like you,”

           “She’s hated me since I got there, I’ve tried being nice. I’ve tried being cordial. Claire and I will never mix,” You explained.

           “He’s gone blonde you know,” Hoseok’s eyes have flittered past you, glancing down the street at the setting sun, glad he brought his latest Gucci jacket to keep him warm in the early spring evening.

           “Didn’t you hit your moratorium on how long you can talk about Jimin in a conversation?”

           “You said his name!” Hoseok argued.

           “He isn’t Trump, Hoseok. I can say his name, sometimes.”  

           Hoseok let the moment simmer, cooling gently before turning it up to a raucous boil. “I’m having a kick back next Wednesday, will you come?”

           “If he’s not there,” You answered.

           “I can’t promise that,”

           “Then I can’t promise either,” Chewing the ice from your glass, you let your mind wander to the possibilities of what might happen should you show up to Hoseok’s party and are greeted by Jimin. Blonde Jimin. Jimin with the sparkling eyes and winning smile. Jimin who harasses you on the internet weekly, Jimin who you haven’t spoken to since you were 22, Jimin whom you hated with every fiber of your being.

           Worst case scenario, you couldn’t avoid him and would be forced to speak words to him. Best case, you time it perfectly and he’s either just left or hasn’t arrived and you can doll out pleasantries before Irish-goodbying and never having to confront him.

           “Y/N, please, you haven’t seen my new place yet and it’s finally furnished,” Hoseok pleaded.

           “I’ll think about it,” You resigned.

           “Great!”

           “I fucking hate you and our friendship,” You scoffed, signaling the waiter to bring you the check. You should’ve ordered food, being buzzed and talking about Jimin was never a good idea.

           “I know you do.” Hoseok winked before picking up the tab for you both.

           “At least tell me you haven’t invited Seokjin,” You asked, slipping your coat over your shoulders.

           “Well-

           “You’re fucking with me, right?” You questioned. “You fucking invited both of my exes to a, I’m sorry, kick back? Hoseok, no.”

           “I love you, and I’m sorry, Seokjin helped me find some great pieces for the place, and you know he’s friends with Namjoon and Jungkook,” He tried to explain.

           “That doesn’t mean I want to stare at them over my tenth flute of champagne and my plate which will be piled high with cheese and crackers and pieces of salami.”

           “You and Seokjin are fine though, you ended-

           “Don’t say amicably,” You cut him off.

           “Well, close to it. Please,” He begged. Begging never looked good on Hoseok.

           Staring into his dark irises, a shade mimicking your own, you couldn’t hold the anger brewing. Being around Seokjin was always a better alternative than Jimin. Though the pity he often felt towards you, at your angered state which has never really subsided, was embarrassing. “I’ll think about it.”

           “I love you,” Hoseok pulled you into a hug.

           “Yeah, yeah, then why do you keep doing this to me?”

           “Because I love you,”

           “Tell Taehyung to call me,” You said, waving to him before stepping into the waiting Lyft you’d called at the bar.

           “I will, can’t make any promises,” Hoseok winked before turning towards the subway, where he’d pull out his head phones and scan through the photos he’d taken throughout the day, waiting to get home to Taehyung to analyze, edit and critique them.

Thursday: Claire’s Makeshift Office

           “Are you ready?” Claire asked, sifting through the papers on her desk.

           “You had me come to your office, after you scheduled a meeting to ask if I’m ready? Yes Claire, I’m fucking ready,” You snapped.

           “Erin,” Claire gestured towards your intern who tried to hold her eye roll.

           “So, I combed through your tweets, sifting through your interactions with Mochimin, which is a very creative username,” Erin began.

           “Yeah, his name and nickname combined,” You rolled your eyes.

           “And we read through them all, well mostly me… and I have to ask, are you sure these are your tweets?” Erin questioned.

           “Yes, and what should be his responses,” You answered reaching forward to grab the printed copies waiting for you. You scanned over the interactions, the subtweets, the blatant tags, the retweets and comments not just by Jimin, but a few of your friends too.

           “Why have you been telling us he’s the troll?” Erin asked.

           Her question caught you off guard, eyes wide, shock echoing in your bones.

           “What the fuck? What do you mean? Look at how he fucking responded!”

           “Y/N, you’re the troll!” Erin laughed. “It’s you, not him,”

           “I am not! This is a fucking joke! It’s not April Fools yet, way to put the cart before the horse!” Your voice radiated throughout the small conference room.

          Claire, not having an office of her own, had requested it to conduct most of her teams work. It was your least favorite of the conference rooms, colder both in décor and temperature than the others, it was situated on the corner leading to the kitchen. Glass on two walls, it was the definition of exposed. Everyone could see your outburst. Everyone could watch you fall to pieces. You guessed Claire had planned it this way, to demonstrate how focused her team was, how dedicated to the project they were, to show everyone her value as a staff writer instead of a freelancer. You also assumed she did this to ensure that whatever break down you were beginning to have, would have at least ten witnesses, ten people to side with her that your behavior was irresponsible and reckless.

           “Oh please, get over yourself,” Claire chuckled. The light in her eyes proved your assumptions, she was enjoying this. “Do you see how you interact with him?”

          “What do you mean how I interact with him? He started this!” You lowered your volume, side glances from colleagues passing by alerting you to the unprofessional decibels you’d began reaching.

          “In almost every interaction, you bait him, hook line and sinker. It’s you, Y/N,” Erin explained.

           “No!”

           “Yes, this poor man, just living his life while you’re purposefully harassing him!” Claire feigned shock, eyes widening, mouth slightly open. It was taking everything in you not to resort to physical violence.  

           “I would never,” You glowered.

           “You have! For years, it’s always you,” Erin said again.

          “I, no, that’s impossible. He started it!”

          “Admitting is the first step,” Claire’s placid smile was demanding to be smacked off.

          “Fuck you! This is ridiculous!”

          “July 10, 2020: Thinking of one man in particular, hoping the bleach in his locks burns in the summer heat.Followed by his comment: thinking of one woman in particular, hoping she knows I wear a hat and use purple shampoo.” Erin read.

          “I, I, no!”

          “October 13: Nothing makes me happier than not being invited to a birthday bash with all my friends. He responded: All you have to do is ask. On your birthday, he tweeted: Happy B-Day to the girl who … oh never mind she hates me. You responded: nobody asked for your half-hearted bullshit, next time I hope you choke on it.”

          “He started it!”

          “Why are you so awful to him?” Erin wanted to know.

          “I am not, he began harassing me first,” You tried to argue.

          “Does Hoseok know?” Claire chided.

          “Know what?”

          “About your vendetta,”

          “It’s not a vendetta!”

          “Then explain why you tweet or subtweet him at least twice a week, and then when he responds, tweet him again! You don’t even tag him, just vaguely mention discernable parts of his personality or appearance,” Erin explained.

          “I do not! How do you know what he looks like?” You tried to counter.

          “His profile picture, and a certain friend of yours doesn’t mind sharing-

          “You asked Jungkook? Or was it Taehyung? Or I’m sorry, both?” Your eyes were wide, breathing labored, anger boiling to inhumane levels.

          “Well, if we asked Hoseok you would’ve kno-

          “You called or texted or DM’ed Jungkook and Taehyung, and asked about Jimin?”

          “Yes,” Erin bowed her head, guilt written into the freckles her blush tried so desperately to hide.

          “I cannot believe you, Erin,” You spat.

          “I’m sorry Claire wanted me to,”

          You turned your gaze to Claire, who had begun to cower in her seat.

          “You did the one thing, the absolute one thing that you knew, you fucking knew, would set me off. You did this on purpose, you fucking bottom feeder, you fucking dillweed you crossed the fucking line, Claire,” You spat. Your volume had lowered into a low growl, far more deadly and intimidating than any yelling you had done.

          “We have the proof, Y/N, you can’t deny it, you attack Jimin regularly,” Claire unskillfully attempted to move the conversation away from Jungkook and Taehyung. Like you would balk at her intrusion.

          “You don’t get to violate my personal life, to violate the lives of the people I care deeply about, to expose sources and put them in danger should this article go south, poking and prodding into the lives of people who are dealing with their own bullshit to push your own fucking agenda, Claire,” You were seething, Te Fiti in Moana, Mrs. Weasley against Bellatrix, Kim Kardashian against the ocean searching for her diamond. Your wrath knows no bounds, and Claire had finally crossed the line into territory she could never come back from.

          “It’s for the job, nothing personal.” Claire shrugged. You could see it in her eyes, she wanted blood and was elated to be getting it.

          “This is entirely personal.”

          “Well, you can ask Jimin about it when we interview him,” She smiled, lips upturning revealing her veneers, red lipstick perfectly matte and shaped against her thin flesh.

          “No, absolutely not,” You shook your head.  

          “Yes, that’s part of the deal you agreed to,”

          “I take it back. I revoke my consent!”

          “It’s non-negotiable,” Marissa said. She had sauntered in during your berating, watching as you tried and failed to continue believing that you weren’t the troll. “You have agreed to this, and you will sit through the interview and cordially answer Claire’s questions.”

          “Marissa, this is crossing a line,” You stated.

          “You have to be held accountable,” Claire said.

          “Fuck you, Claire. Believe it or not, there are somethings that are beyond your understanding and a few that are not appropriate for work,” You continued to scold her.

          “Y/N, why are you being so hostile?” Claire was mocking you, with Marissa by her side, she was invincible.

          “You picked me on purpose. What have you been working with Hoseok? Is this some larger plan to get me to talk to Jimin? I don’t want to talk with Jimin or talk to Jimin, isn’t it bad enough he’s being brought into my work? Oh and let’s not forget you using Erin and Hoseok to gain access to Jungkook and Taehyung, who are beyond off limits.” You listed each of her offenses, careful to leave out indiscretions that occurred before this project of hers began.  

          “You agreed to-

          “No, I was forced to do this by you, Marissa,” You began.

          It wasn’t hard to glower at Marissa, one of the most decorated editors in chief, beloved by Condé Nast, best friend of Anna Wintour… Everyone aspired to be her, but in the last year, through your promotion and growing turbulence within the magazine, her leadership had begun to falter. Her steady hand, guiding each staff writer and editor towards success and elevating everyone’s work, was crumbling at an alarming pace. Yet, no one knew why or if anything was being done to rectify the damage her wake was leaving.

          “I was coerced into this under some pretense that I owe Claire something for a so called fuck up that resulted in the biggest boon in our magazines readership in the last year, which was followed up by not one but two feature bylines and my promotion. I have done more than enough at this company, in this industry, to sit here and be forced to engage with a man who destroyed my world. I will not speak with him, or to him or listen to him. I will not, and if you force me, I will get legal involved. Should this bullshit continue, you can expect my letter of resignation next week.”

          Standing and shoving your chair in, you turned on the heels of your Oxfords and marched straight to your office. Closing your laptop and shoving your planner into your tote, you grabbed your phone.

          “Where are you going?” Hoseok asked. He moved in time with you, following down the many corridors of your office and towards the elevators.

          As you stepped in, you pressed lobby and waited for the doors to be closed before turning to him.

          “Did you tell Erin she could contact Jungkook and Taehyung?” You asked.

          “She did what?” Hoseok yelled, soundwaves bounding off the metal and plastic of the elevator, reverberating in your ears.

          “Did you?”

          “No, I can’t believe she, are you serious?” Hoseok couldn’t lie, a fundamental flaw in his design made it impossible for him to tell the smallest fib.

          “Did you work with Erin and Claire to get me involved in this feature? To get me to talk to Jimin?” You didn’t mince your words or pad your language to make him feel less attacked. You needed the answer, and you needed it now.

          “No, I didn’t know Claire was doing this until she pitched it. You think I would-

          “Hoseok, they called Jungkook and Taehyung. They want Jimin to come in to be interviewed, they won’t stop until I-

          “Until you what?”

          “Marissa has always supported me, championed me. But Claire has her number, she has her locked and loaded, aiming for me and I don’t know why,” You confided.

          “She has been slipping lately,” He agreed. “There’s only one way to stop this,”

          Together you stepped out of the elevator, moving past the turnstiles to the revolving door.

          “Am I crazy?” You asked, the insecurity beginning to overtake your bravery.

          “No, something weird is going on,”

          You clarified, “No, I mean, am I crazy for… for doing this to Jimin?”

          “I don’t know if you’re crazy, but you’ve definitely not been your best self,” Hoseok answered.

          “He makes me so-

“You still love him,” Hoseok interrupted.

          “I-

          “Go talk to him,” Hoseok encouraged. “Call me after, we can get drinks and wallow or pick out an outfit for your hot date.”

          “What if he-

          “Just, talk to him, okay?” Hoseok requested.

          “Okay,”

          “I’ll check in with Jungkookie and Taehyungie,” He assured.

          “Thank you,”

          “I’ll also scope out open positions, we can’t stay here,”

          “I love you, Hobi,” You confided, a statement that flowed so easily past your lips, you didn’t have to think or parse through the emotions that went along with it. You’ve always loved him, always will.

          “I love you too, Y/N,” Hoseok draped his arm around your shoulders before placing a kiss to your forehead, a gentle embrace, a squeeze of confidence, a gesture of love. He moved swiftly from you back into the building, and as you watched him walk away, you took a deep breath.

          Taking your phone out of your pocket, you dialed a number you had tried to forget.

          “To what do I owe this unexpected delight of a call?” He asked. His voice was the same, chipper and cunning in the same breath.

          “I need to speak with you, ASAP,” You told him.

          “Okay, I’m working from home today, come over whenever,” He invited you without hesitation.

          “You still live at the same place?”

          “No, moved up. I’ll send you the address,”

          “You know who this is?” You asked, uncertainty back in your bones.

          “What, Y/N, you thought I deleted your number?” Jimin laughed, one of only a few sounds that shot right to your knees, making any posture unstable in the docile sounds of his joy.

          “I, I don’t know, I guess. Look I’m going to hail a cab, I’ll be there in 20,”

          “I look forward to it, just tell the doorman you’re here for me and he’ll let you up,” Jimin said.

          “Okay, see you soon, I guess,”

          “I can’t wait,” Jimin was smiling, you couldn’t see it, but the lilt in his voice was all the assurance you needed. Bracing yourself for the impact of him, of his voice, of his laugh, of the way he looked at you, you hailed one of the last remaining cabs in the city and prayed for courage.  

Next: Troll in Luv Pt. 2

[anyoneseenadam]

Home: Chapter Seven

azriel x reader (acotar)

summary: (y/n) is a daughter of Persephone, still recovering from the trauma of her fall into Tartarus and doesn’t have time for a stupid, handsome, annoying, stunning, injured man. But now they’re stuck together in the middle of nowhere and there only chance of getting home is if she can heal him, and fast.

warnings: big spoilers for mark of Athena and house of Hades, also for the acotar series, eventual smut, blood, PTSD, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries and torture, enemies to lovers so az is a bit of a dick to start, swearing, 

word count: 3.9k

a/n: I’m entirely writing this to distract myself from the real world but honesty I’m having a great time, I think there will be one more chapter after this one and maybe an epilogue but asides from that, also feel free to message or ask if you want to be tagged :)) anyway enjoy and pls comment and shiz :)

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Azriel had once joked that you were like an actual flower, needing water and sunlight to use your powers. At the time you had laughed but now as you stood in front of the mirror, wiping the tears from under your eyes, and preparing to walk into the world of all things dead, you understood. The dress you wore was one of the few fancy ones you reserved for the dinners you were often dragged to before your fall. It was lavender, with tulle cascading down your legs from the waist, paired with a tight corset top and tulle off-the-shoulder sleeves. As you sat with a ‘humph’ and started applying your makeup, your stepbrother walked in.

“Well you look cheery,” Nico said, sitting on your bed.

“I look like an evil power puff girl,”

“You look like you are a princess, which you are so my dad is going to be pleased.”

“I really don’t care what he thinks,” you snapped, and Nico help up his hands. He was wearing all black as usual, simple dress pants and a loose black shirt tucked in, his belt matched his rings, and his dark hair and even darker eye bags made him look every bit the Underworld prince. “Sorry, I’m not mad at you,” you said turning back around to carry on with your makeup.

“I know, it’s stressful for you,” he moved to sit next to you, resting his head on your shoulder and you applied eyeliner.

“I don’t wanna get sick again, I have things to do. Plus I’ve got to convince your dad to let me ask for this favour. I just feel like it’s all going to go to shit.”

“I get it, you’ll be fine though. Also I’m pretty sure your mum is going to do anything for you if it means you’ll speak to her again, so she’ll be on your side at least. That’s three vs one.” He nudged you as you put down the eyeliner.

“That’s true.” You bit the inside of your lip and Nico, sensing your worry, changed topic.

“Tell me about Azriel,” He said, and you caught his eye in the mirror.

“Huh?”

“Well I gotta make sure that when you become his problem it will be permanent, I don’t want you coming back,” he joked.

“Fuck you,” you laughed shoving his shoulder and he giggled, rolling onto his back.

“I don’t want to do thisssss,” Nico said in a sing-song voice lying flat on the floor.

“Me neither but I’m not going in alone bitch,” you laughed, starting to feel slightly better. It was moments like this that made you regret pushing your friends away, the thought of seeing them was always scary but when you were with your brother again you remembered why you loved them so much. You assessed your outfit in the mirror and sighed.

“What?” Nico asked, sitting back up.

“This would look really nice with a dark red lip,” you said, biting your lip.

“Do you have one?” he asked, and you nodded. He was quiet for a second before reaching out and ruffling through your makeup, finding your favourite red lipstick. “Do you wanna try?”

“Yeah, but if I cry it’ll mess up my eyeliner.” You said with a shaky laugh. He laughed quietly handing you the lipstick and you looked at him in the mirror, taking in a shuddering breath. You were stronger than this and you could handle it. You closed your eyes for a minute, counting your breaths, before opening the lipstick.

Once it was applied you lifted your chin, staring down the girl in the mirror. Nico grabbed your hand softly and you tore your eyes away, standing and pulling on your shoes.

“Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

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Azriel was in a shit mood. He was 90% sure that you had cast some sort of spell on him when he was with you, something that made him happy and relaxed, because now that you weren’t here he pretty much wanted to throttle everyone.

Amren had been helping him look for a way to get back to you. The first thing they had tried was winnowing, he pictured your face; your smile, the way your hands felt in his, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t reach you. So they had been scanning books since then, reading up on every theory and myth. Nesta had brought him to speak to Gwyn who had told him about the theory that there could be up to at least 20 other worlds. Amren had also made him talk through every detail about this world he could remember, writing diligent notes as Cassian gave him weird looks when he spoke about Bucky Barnes.

“He’s a character, it’s a simple concept.”

“Yeah but how do you get an emotional connection to a character?”

“Shut up both of you.”

The pain in his chest was only growing as well, and he came to the daunting realisation that if he failed this; if he couldn’t get back to you, or get you back to him, he would probably have to deal with it for the rest of his long, long life.

He felt bad for taking his frustrations out on his family who were just worried about him, but he had never felt this way before. All he could think of was the way your eyes cleared when the realisation dawned on you. The way you had gone from sobs to a different, all-consuming kind of pain, just for a second, your eyes clearing as you realised you might never see him again. He hated himself for not being strong enough to put up a fight, he knew he wasn’t a match for a god, but he should’ve tried, he was too shocked at the time, too heartbroken, but now he was terrified that you might think he gave up on you. He had to get back to you, he was afraid what you might do if you were alone again. If you were alone after having the bond dangled in front of you, only to have it ripped away moments later.

It was almost 3am and everyone else in the house had gone to bed, but Azriel didn’t sleep well normally, and he especially wouldn’t while he was apart from you. He looked up from his book when he heard someone clear their throat, his head whipped up an incredulous smile gracing his features when he saw you sitting there.

“Baby,” he started moving forward but you held your hand up, stopping him.

“Oh that’s just too sweet, you kids are giving me so much content,” you dabbed at your eyes, and Azriel frowned.

“(y/n)? what’s going on?”

“Oh I’m not (y/n) sweetie, but that’s just adorable. My name is Aphrodite, Goddess of love and beauty, I often appear as whoever you find most beautiful.” Azriel’s heart dropped, the brief happiness he felt seeing your face gone as the lady spoke.

“Aphrodite? Hermes mentioned you.” He said, tensing as he realised he was dealing with another god. “In fact he said it was your fault this all happened.”

“Oh Hermes, always blaming someone else. You should be thanking me.”

“And why would I do that.” Azriel knew the look on his face was deadly, but something about seeing a god cower under his gaze was feeding his ego.

“Haven’t you worked out why you can’t travel back to her.” She raised her eyebrows at him, her expressions may be on your face, but as he paid more attention she seemed like a completely different person. “I have the power to move through world’s, you do not. I just thought that poor, sweet girl had been through enough that she should get to meet her soulmate. I waited for you after your mission and then just made you forget and let the two of you fall in love naturally, I mean I get teary eyed thinking about it, you’re just too cute!”

Azriel’s shoulders relaxed slightly, “So why are you here? Are you going to bring her to me?”

“Hmm I could, but I’d get in so much trouble, plus she’s very smart and I want to see if her plan works. You people are so very entertaining.” Her face rippled for a second as she turned, and she briefly looked like Mor, then Elain, then back to you. “But you, poor boy,” He chose to ignore the condescending tone, “You were dealt a very bad hand love wise, so maybe if she doesn’t succeed I could pull a few strings, but I do have a holiday planned so it may be a few decades.”

Her laugh made him feel sick and he glared at her, “What did you say about her plan?”

“Oh yes! She’s going down to the underworld to try find a solution,” Aphrodite was moving around the room gracefully as Azriel sat back down, the weight of Aphrodite’s easy words hitting him. She picked up one of the books laying on the desk and made an unimpressed noise, throwing it back down carelessly.

“That’s where the dead go right?” he asked, silently praying he was wrong,

“Yup! Don’t worry though, her mother lives there too,” she said ‘mother’ with a slight snarl, but Azriel ignored her. “You know I get why she likes you, you’re very pretty aren’t you?” She walked over to him, swaying your hips and he had to remind himself it wasn’t you as she sat down in his lap, forcing his hands to stay clenched at his side. She ran your hand along his jaw, tilting her head with a smile as she stroked his face. Her thumb rested on his bottom lip as he glared at her with murderous rage, trying to reel it in as he remembered she was possibly the only one that could help him.

“Well I guess I better go,” She sighed dramatically then pressed a perfectly polished gold coin into his hand, “Flip this if you need me, emergencies and sex only.” She winked at him, before kissing his cheek and standing, waving seductively before vanishing. Azriel sat for a few minutes, reeling from the interaction he just had. Is this the world I’ve entered now? Gods who can do whatever they want? He wondered if that’s why you avoided talking about the Gods, if maybe growing up with this had made you bitter to them. He wanted to ask you and talk to you about it, or anything for that matter but instead he just pocketed the coin and stood, winnowing to his room, and collapsing on his bed.

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“Sweetie, you look beautiful,” Your mother cried out as you and Nico arrived, you were leaning heavily on his arm, while surrounded by death, the coldness of a lifeless place seeped into your bones and weakened you, you had learnt as much the first time you visited. You gave your mother a tight-lipped smile and hugged her awkwardly.

“Oh I missed you so much dear,” she stroked your hair, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“You could’ve visited.” It was hard to keep the bitterness out of your voice, after all you had gone through and she hadn’t visited once. A look of shock passed over her face but before she could reply Hades thundered in, his usual outfit, ‘the robes of death and despair’ as you fondly called them, were replaced by a dark suit, his hair slicked back from his face. He came to Persephone’s side and rested a hand around her waist pulling her in slightly, and despite yourself you felt a little jealous of their closeness as your mother looked up at him with doe eyes.

“Nico, my son, how are you?” Hades deep voice silenced the room, the very air seeming to stand still, and Nico flushed red as he was put on the spot. The four of you exchanged pleasantries as you made your way to the ridiculously long table, Hades sat at the head on one side, Persephone on the other, with Nico and you facing each other in the centre. The wood was dark, but the table was covered in all sorts of colourful food and you all helped yourselves while making small talk, only managing to hear your parents due to the eery silence of the room, dead guards not needing to make any noise.

After the first few courses and once you had consumed enough white wine to gain some courage you turned to face your mother.

“Mum, I think I need a favour if that’s okay?” you asked with great caution, extremely aware of the powerful forces surrounding you.

“Well that depends dear. What is it?”

“After the battle and the… fall, I never got my reward remember, I instead asked to be able to come get it when I needed it.”

“Yes of course, I thought that was very smart!” your mother spoke cheerfully but you could feel Hades’ gaze on your back, burning through your skin and bones to the very essence of your soul. “Let me guess, you need it now?”

“If that’s okay, some things have changed recently and I now know what I need,” you smiled at her, “I met a man, well actually he’s a faerie. Aphrodite wanted us to meet because we’re soulmates and after my fall she thought I deserved to see him, but since he’s from another world he had to go back, and we can’t be together.” You wiped away a few stray tears you forced out; this was your game. Your mother didn’t visit you often so she had never seen this side of you, the side that could manipulate even a god into giving you what you wanted. “So I thought, maybe for my reward I could become Fae and be permitted to live with Azriel in his world, and maybe come and visit my friends occasionally?”

“Oh that sounds lovely dear! That’s so alike me, I had to beg my mother and even then she didn’t let me stay here,” your mother rattled on and you smiled at her, but your shoulders were still tense as you knew you hadn’t won yet. You turned to where Hades sat, rubbing his temples.

“I get it. I do. But I really don’t think my brother would allow that, it’s too much.”

“Too much?” you asked, a bitter laugh escaping.

“I understand you went through a lot,”

“Do you?” you couldn’t stop the biting words, “Because the last I checked you both sat and did nothing while I was tortured down there. You could’ve done something, but you didn’t, you made a choice not to, and now I ask for ONE thing, and it’s too much?” Hades’ glare was murderous, but you weren’t going to back down.

“I mean if you really think about it, I’ll be out of your hair if you agree. One less demi-god always seems to be a win for you guys.” Nico said your name in warning, but you slowly stood. “I am not asking for much, I am asking to be allowed to live a life with the man I love and after all I have been through, fighting YOUR battles, I think it’s the least I deserve.”

You held Hades’ gaze for a few more seconds until he spoke. “Are you sure your not a child of Nyx?” he asked, and you grinned, cocking your head to the side.

“Why would that be?”

“You have a pure evil streak in you girl and uncharted power. You better learn to control it, before someone catches on.”

“We won’t have a problem I’m presuming?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he said gruffly, going back to his meal and you relaxed, moving to hug your mother goodbye, whispering thanks to her, before linking arms with Nico and leaving.

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The next day you awoke to a golden invitation to Olympus, and you smiled, soon. You’d be with him soon.

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Olympus looked much nicer since Annabeth had gotten involved. You may have been biased but it seemed to hold a sense of home it never had before, the clinical cleanliness now feeling purer and more loving. The throne room however had remained much the same.

You stood alone in the middle surrounded by the arc of thrones, but you refused to take your eyes of Zeus. You had received a wink from Apollo and a smile from Aphrodite as you walked in but beside that it had been eye contact for at least five minutes. You knew better to speak before you were spoken to but the way they surrounded you and stared down on you was bringing up bad memories and you were really fighting a panic attack.

Seemingly sensing this Apollo cleared his throat, “Perhaps we should start father?” While you were grateful a part of you hated how well the flirtatious god knew you, he was the first to tend to your wounds when you first escaped, healing them enough so you wouldn’t die from blood loss but not enough for anyone to suggest he was picking favourites. His warm hands had provided a sense of comfort you thought you had lost entirely.

Zeus nodded slowly, a letter appearing in his hand, “So these are your terms? Transformation into high Fae, permission to live in a new world with visits back to this one twice a year?” you presumed Hades, or your mother had written the letter, neither of them present currently. You nodded clearly, not entirely trusting your voice.

“I guess it’s only fair, but a full transformation will hurt,”

“I’m sure I can take it.” you lifted your chin, holding your shaking hands tightly in an attempt to conceal them.

Zeus laughed, not taking his eyes of you, “I’m sure you can. Does anyone have any major oppositions?”

Aphrodite raised her hand, “I’d like to add that during her transformation, her womb changes shape so she may birth Illyrian children.” You shot her a grateful look, still not entirely sure why she was suddenly so invested in ensuring your happiness, but you wouldn’t complain.

Hera was the next to speak and you fought the urge to roll your eyes, “Why is she getting special treatment again? What did she do that was so different?”

“She was tortured for days!” Athena exclaimed,

“So?” Ares now.

“She was a child, it was brutal.” Apollo jumped to your aid and soon the chamber was filled with shouting voices as they argued over your fate.

“SILENCE.” Zeus quieted the room instantly and every eye turned to him, but he remained focused on you, “Well then? Answer the question girl, what makes you so special?”

You thought for a second before answering, “I don’t consider it special treatment. After the battles I’ve fought and the pain I’ve endured to help your causes, I’d consider it a form of retirement.” You kept Zeus’ gaze and let a streak of the evil Hades had warned you off show, smiling when his smug smile disappeared. He waved his hand, “Very well then, High Fae with altered womb and permission to live in their world and visit our occasionally, that is all?”

You nodded and he assessed you before holding out his hand, his gaze darkening. You furrowed your eyebrows as your limbs started to tingle before pain took over your entire body.

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You had felt pain so many times before, pain that left more than just physical trauma, but this was different. You felt as if your blood had become fire and every bone was breaking as new ones reformed. You didn’t have any sense of time or place, all you could feel was pain. At one point you thought it was over only to open your eyes, feeling impossibly soft sheets beneath you, and see Apollo hovering over you, sweat dripping from his brow as he took some of the pain away, even for just a moment.

When you finally awoke you were on the ground. You stood up quickly, almost knocking yourself over as your movement were much faster than usual. You were outside a glowing city, it didn’t have skyscrapers like New York, but it was so comforting to look at you felt yourself being drawn in. As you crossed the border however, a beautiful man with dark hair appeared, his eyes narrowing.

“Who are you and why are you trying to get in here?” A shot of fear went through you as you felt his magic, it was thick in the air and powerful.

“I’m not going to hurt anyone, I’m just looking for someone,” you explained, swallowing down the lump in your throat. The handsome man’s gaze turned vacant before softening after a moment.

“I apologise, I’m Rhysand. Let me help you find whoever it is, what’s their name?”

“That’s okay, really. His name is Azriel, but I don’t think he’s expecting me.” Rhysand stopped, his head turning towards you, “what is it?” you asked.

“(y/n)?”

“How do you know my name?” you stepped back but he held out his hands,

“No, no I’m Az’s brother, let me take you to him.” he grabbed your arm softly and suddenly you were standing in a warm room facing Azriel. You felt tears fill your eyes as you stared at him, he uttered your name in question and you nodded running into his arms, completely engulfed by his scent, tears of joy running down your face when you suddenly realised something, pulling away.

“Did you say brother?” you turned to Rhysand, feeling all the plants in the air respond to your calls, when Azriel tugged you back to him.

“Not biological don’t worry.” He whispered and Rhysand laughed.

“I like her.”

“Hmm I was two seconds away from castrating you,” His eyes widened slightly and you laughed, turning back to Azriel as he looked over you.

“How- you, you’re Fae?” His eyes were filled with worry again, afraid he was being tricked.

“I never got my reward remember, I knew I would need it in the future,” you smiled at him as he cupped your face and leaned down to kiss you. You pulled apart, Azriel growling when you heard catcalls, turning, and seeing the room had practically filled. A shot of fear went through you as your eyes landed on another man who had red siphons, and Azriel followed your gaze, a hand stroking your face in reassurance.

“So this must be (y/n), welcome to our home, I’m Feyre,” A beautiful woman stepped forward and clasped your hand in hers, which you noted were stained from paint. Everyone else soon made introductions and they urged you to sit as you found out about this makeshift family Azriel was in.

“Oh! That’ll be Nyx, I’ll go,” Feyre said when a baby started crying in the distance,

“Wait what did she say the babies name was?” You asked, holding in a laugh.

“Nyx?” Rhys said,

“Oh, course, cool cool cool,”

“What?” Azriel asked, looking at you strangely.

“I’ve kind of met her,”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, she’s like the evilest deity there is, and she did not like me,” Rhysand stared at you with a look of shock on his face, but before anyone said anything else, Amren was laughing loudly.

“You must tell me all about these Gods girl.”

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tags: @tastedlikedamnation

[soapsilly]

Why not? - Isabelle Lightwood Imagine

Pairings: Izzy Lightwood x reader, 

Summary: (Y/N) is Simons younger sister and usually known as a outgoing and fun person but when she meets Izzy Lighwood her confidence fades and she feels like a schoolgirl having her first crush all over again.

Requests are open

This was originally a request, that I cant seem to find anymore. The pairing and setting were given to me per request so I really hope this is what the requester had in mind.

I did have something different in mind originally but got kinda carried away. I’m not sure if I’m 100% happy with the outcome but it is what it is.

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“You’re gonna love her, I promise! She’s seriously so fun” Clary was excited to finally introduce (Y/N) to her new friends. Ever since Clary found out about her mother and her true identity, a lot of things changed for her and she kinda had to let her old life behind, which included her friends. 

She was lucky that she had people that cared about her and helped her to come to terms with everything that was going on around her but that didn’t stop her from missing her old life every now and then. 

Right now her, Jace and Alec were waiting for Simon to bring his sister (Y/N) to meet them. (Y/N) shouldn’t even know about the shadow world but her brother couldn’t ever keep any secrets from her for long. 

“There they are!” Clary exclaimed.

Simon entered the room and closely behind him was a girl about the same age. 

“So (Y/N), this is Jace” Clary gestured to the blond guy sitting across from them. (Y/N) sent her friend a suggestive look and mouthed a ‘Wow. He’s a catch’.

“You’re right, Clary, I love her already” Jace, of course, always enjoyed a little stroke to his ego.

“And this is Alec” she motioned to the broody looking man sitting next to Jace. He sent her a little nod but it seemed like he wasn’t satisfied with her presence. 

“Don’t worry about him. He’s just worried. Technically you shouldn’t even know we exist. It’s kinda against the rules for mundies to know about shadowhunters. He’ll come around” Jace reassured the girl.

“What the hell is a shadowhunter?” (Y/N) asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Jace’s eyes widened. Did Clary not tell her? Did he just out them to her?

“Nah, just joking. Of course I know of you lot. When your brother turns into a vampire it’s kinda hard to miss, you know? Especially, when he’s having a nervous breakdown in the room next to yours.” (Y/N) explained.

That even got a small chuckle out of Alec. Ever since he got used to Clary being around he loosened up a bit. But maybe a certain cat-eyed warlook also played a part in that.

“Where’s Izzy though? Wasn’t  she supposed to be here with you guys?” Simon asked.

“Yes, but there was some business in the institute that had to be taken care of. She’ll meet us here” Alec explained. 

For the next one and a half hours the group got used to each other. Clary, Simon and (Y/N) got to catch up and (Y/N) got to know Alec and Jace a little better.

Right in the middle of a story about a prank Simon and (Y/N) used to play on their older sister Elaine when they were younger, a stunning black haired woman walked up to them. 

“Ah Izzy! Come over here. Meet (Y/N)!” Alec shouted happily. By the time Izzy showed up everybody was several drinks deep into the evening and tipsy Alec was just really enjoying the well deserved off-time.

Izzy sent (Y/N) a big smile, “Hey it’s so nice to to meet you, I’m Izzy. I see you guys are having a good time. Even my dear brother is letting his hair down.” 

That earned her a huff from Alec, who then mumbled something about him being not as stuck up as they’re always making him out to be. Which made the group fall into a fit of laughter but (Y/N) didn’t really care about any of that. 

“Uhm.. Hi? I mean, nice to meet you too,” (Y/N) stumbled over her words a little, which, however, earned her weird looks from Clary and Simon. Both of them not being used to (Y/N) being timid or shy. 

“Well, I’ll get a drink too then. I think I’ve got some catching up to do,” she made her way overt o the bar, (Y/N)’s eyes following her every step.

“What was that?” (Y/N) was pulled out of her trance by Clary’s question.

“Hm?” she looked at the red head. 

“You just did a complete 180 when Izzy turned up.”

“Well how do you expect me not to? She’s gorgeous! Those red lips and that leather jacket! Leather jackets make everybody look amazing... and she was looking amazing to begin with. Damn, you know I’m a sucker for the bad bitch look”, she whined.

“Wait.. I know that talk. You talked the same when you just got together with that Eustace dude, that turned out to be a creep. You’re crushing on her! You’re crushing on Izzy!” Simon exclaimed, making his sister whince at his volume. She didn’t want Izzy to possibly hear.

“Wait, so you dated a dude named Eustace and were surprised when he turned out a creep?” Jace asked (Y/N) with an amused expression on his face.

“Simon I swear! If you don’t shut up I’ll tell everybody about that time you wet your pants because you were so excited to meet Celine Dion at the mall when you were seven! ...Oopsies,” she sent her brother a cheeky grin. 

Jace almost choked on his drink when he heard that.

“And as for Eustace..” - she directed her answer towards Jace - “that boy way fine. It’s not my fault he turned out to be a ‘nice guy’.” she retaliated.

“You know you can joke about me all you want- “ 

“Oh, I will”

“As I said. You can joke about me all you want but you know I’m right. You like Izzy and you should totally ask her out.” (Y/N)’s big brother got serious for a minute. 

Simon wanted his sister to be happy. It wasn’t only his and Clary’s lives that got turned upside down. The three of them were really close and with both Simon and Clary gone (Y/N) completely lost her support system. It hurt Simon to know that he couldn’t always be there for his little sister so every chance he got to take care of her, he was determined to use.

“Simon, I don’t even know if Izzy likes girls.” 

(Y/N) was starting to grow frustrated when Alec spoke up, “She does... I thought you’d like to know”

(Y/N)’s head whipped around to face Alec and then looked back to her brother, who had a knowing smile on his face.

“Doesn’t matter anyways. She doesn’t even know me. I don’t know her. Why would I ask her - “ (Y/N)’s answer was interrupted by Izzy’s return.

“What are we talking about, guys?” she asked while finding a seat between her brother and (Y/N), sending the girl a smile that made her blush more than (Y/N) cared to admit.

“Oh, just Simon’s inability to hold his bladder,” Jace tried to sound nonchalant but couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice.  

“Well, that sounds interesting ... anybody care to explain?” Izzy grinned at Simon.

Right as Jace was about to open his mouth Simon interrupted him, “Anybody care not to?”

After that the group got talking again. Izzy got filled up on everything she’s missed while she was busy at the institute. 

“(Y/N), Clary told me your in college, yes? What are you studying?” Izzy turned to the girl next to her.

“It’s something called sociology. It’s basically the study of human interactions and social problems.  It’s really interesting. I mean to me at least.” she answered. Izzy seemed interested but (Y/N) was too flustered to actually keep a conversation going. And it didn’t help that Simon stirred the conversation to (Y/N) every chance he got.

“Izzy! Did you know my sister has a thing for leather jackets? Where did you get yours? She told me she really liked the way the jacket looks on you when you were over there getting your drink.” Simon asked her. On one hand he really wanted his sister to act on her crush but on the other hand he also enjoyed teasing her a little bit like she always teased him. 

(Y/N)’s eyes widened when Simon said that, cursing him for being  so forward.

Izzy’s eyes lit up, she loved talking fashion and makeovers especially.

“Really? That’s great! I dont remember where I got this particular one but I have some more in my room at the institute. Leather jackets are actually kinda like work attire for us shadowhunters, you know? You should totally come over sometime and I’ll set up a whole outfit for you. I already have some jewelry in mind that could really enhance your eyes. You’ll look just great. I mean.. not that you don’t look great now. You’re beautiful obviously..” Izzy got a little carried away but got more quiet towards the end when she realized that she started to ramble.

(Y/N) blushed even worse than before. Izzy called her beautiful. She couldn’t believe her ears but quickly got her act together and answered the dark haired shadowhunter beside her, “Yeah sure. That’d be cool. Let’s do that sometime.” She sent Izzy a little smile. 

“Yes! Sounds like a date, guys”, Simon chimed in, “speaking of dates, (Y/N) you’re not seeing anybody lately, are you?”

“Simon stop.” Clary warned her best friend. She knew what he was up to and she agreed that Izzy and (Y/N) would be a great match. Their personalities would compliment each other amazingly if (Y/N) just stopped being so insecure. But setting them up like this wasn’t the right way.

“And what about you, Iz? Is there a special someone in your life right now?”

Simon was acting strange. Izzy furrowed her brows and sent a look towards Simon first and towards (Y/N) after. 

“Sorry guys, I gonna go catch some fresh air.” (Y/N) excused herself and left the bar.

Clary hurried after her, throwing Simon a disappointed look on the way.

When she arrived outside she found a pissed (Y/N) pacing the pavement. 

“That idiot. Who does he think he is? Dr. Phil? Oprah? Is a simple nice evening of hanging out to much to ask for?” 

“See, I get that you’re angry with Simon but he’s really just trying to help. We’ve all seen the way you look at Izzy. You two’d have chemistry, (Y/N). Don’t you see that? You’re his little sister and he wants to make sure you’re happy. I know he took it too far but he had good intentions.” the red head tried to reason with her friend.

“No, Clary. I don’t see that. And Simon should really know better. I’m not part of your world and let’s be honest - I won’t be Simon’s little sister for long anymore either. Give or take one, two years and I’ll be older than him. I get it. I really do. You got new friends, new lives and shit  and I’m really, really trying to be as supportive as I can be but I’m still back home and trying to forcefully insert me in your situation will only do harm. Look at you, look at Izzy, look at Jace and Alec. Hell, even Simon looks cool lately. Why would a girl like Izzy go out with me? I’m not even supposed to know of her existence. So I appreciate your concern but I will not ask out Isabelle Lightwood!”

“Why not?”

(Y/N) was rigid, she knew exactly who this voice belonged to but she still prayed that it’d be anybody but Izzy standing behind her. But no such luck, when she turned around the one and only Izzy Lightwood stood before her with a worried expression on her beautiful face but nonetheless her arms crossed firmly across the chest.

“I should leave you two to it, I think,” Clary mumbled awkwardly while stepping around (Y/N), sending a sympathetic smile towards her.

(Y/N) sat down on the curb rubbing her hands over her face. She was exhausted. Izzy took that as an invitation to join her.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough. Even though I don’t understand what you were saying. Why are you so hard on yourself?” she looked at (Y/N) for a long time. When she didn’t answer the shadowhunter continued, “You’re beautiful. I meant what I said earlier. You’re really pretty and I would love to get to know you. I saw how you were making everybody laugh with your personality - even my brother. I don’t know if Clary told you but Alec is really suspicious of strangers, especially ones that aren’t part of our world. This life we’re living is often very serious and we all had our fair share of grief. So maybe an outsider to lighten up the mood is just what we need. It’s certainly what I need.” 

By the time Izzy finished (Y/N) didn’t feel as bad anymore but she was still insecure, “I just don’t understand why would you like me if there’s-”

“I’m gonna kiss you now”

“You’re gonna do what now?” 

(Y/N) hadn’t even finished her question before she felt Izzy’s soft lips upon hers. It only took her a second or two to react but then she kissed her back. It wasn’t a lustful kiss, nor was it just a little peck, but it was an innocent and pure kiss, that the both of them shared. 

When the two separated neither of them said a word. They sat comfortably until (Y/N) broke the silence, “So... was this red lipstick transfer proof or..?”

That earned her a giggle, which (Y/N) thought she could get used to.

“Okay, how about we’ll go out sometime and see where this will lead us, huh? I really want to get to know you,” Izzy asked the girl next to her.

“I feel the same way,” (Y/N) smiled.

Isabelle scooted over a little closer to her and they switched back to sitting in comfortable silence with the occasional nudge and giggle.

“Hey? Everything alright out here?” Alec was sent out by Simon and Clary to check up on the two girls because they didn’t know if (Y/N) was still angry and Simon didn’t want to risk being of the receiving end of it, eventhough he would have deserved it. 

When Alec saw the two lovebirds all huddled up together a smile found it’s way on his face, “How about we go back inside now? It’s cold outside and Jace just volunteered to buy another round”

(Y/N) was the first to get up, offering her hand to Izzy to help her up, which she gladly took. Not that she needed it, it was just a nice gesture.

Back at their table they all took their former seats but this time (Y/N) was a lot more relaxed. 

When Simon noticed the change in his sisters demeanor he tried to tease her a little, assuming that she’d not be angry at him anymore now that everything worked out, “I knew you two would get along just fine, little sister. That’s why you always trust in your big bro.”

(Y/N) raised her eyebrows at him but two could play that game, “Hey, Iz... you know Celine Dion, don’t you?”

Before she could answer Jace’s laughing voice interrupted the girl, “Man, I just LOVE that story.”

[shy-violet-soul]

The Mini Messenger Service

Characters: Alpha! Bucky Barnes x Omega!F-Reader, Assorted Avengers Summary: The Pint-Sized Protection Squad calls Bucky on a mission with a very important message. Warnings: fluffity fluffy fluff.  A bad language word. A/N: This is a part-2 to a bit of fluff I wrote, “The Pint-Sized Protection Squad” - I got that idea from a reblog by @ursulaismymiddlename. I wrote this when reasonably brain-dead after a very, very tiring day at work. This is also my first attempt at typing withOUT a double-space after a period. Yes, I’m old. Yes, it almost killed me.

Word count: 1,800-ish

This is a work of fiction based upon characters created and owned by Marvel.  My work is not to be published elsewhere without my written consent.

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. When you approached him and said you were ready to talk about having pups, he said ‘no’. The idea of his former Winter-Soldier-assassin self being responsible for something so helpless and innocent gave him dry heaves.

“But, Bucky...you are the love of my life. You make me feel so safe, so loved and protected.  All I want in the world is to know that a part of our love grew into a precious gift, feel your baby move inside me, see a face that is both you and me.” Then, you did it again - innocently blinking y/e/c eyes with one hand on his chest, right over his heart. “Just picture it, Bucky. A little boy you teach how to ride a bike. A little girl you can teach to dance.” Next, you went for the kill. “I can just picture you rocking them to sleep, humming to them. I know it’ll be love at first sight, just like it was for us.”

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. After several medical screenings by Bruce; and with Dr. Cho; and with Shuri...counseling with Sam...and encouragement that eventually turned into threats of a beating from Steve after the three-hundredth-time he tried to express his doubts, Bucky told you he was ready, too. No one should have been surprised when you were pregnant two months later. While you picked out baby clothes, toys, and nursery furniture with Wanda and Nat, Steve and Sam argued over godfathership. Tony gloried in the opportunity to geek out to his heart’s content as he outfitted the nursery in state-of-the-art security and bio-monitoring tech. Baby Barnes wouldn’t even be yawning without every Avenger knowing. Meanwhile, Bucky quietly hyperventilated in the bathroom, trying hard to hide his throat-closing anxiety.

Watching her made it easier. Under Bruce’s vigilant care, they knew by week 8 that you were carrying twins. By week 12, your belly started to show a little bump, and your squeals of excitement made him smile as you rubbed the teeny curve. Basking in your joy and reassurance, Bucky began to relax a bit as he became comfortable holding you again and caressing your bump.

That didn’t stop him from having Tony plant microscopic bio-sensors into your socks so he could monitor yours and the babies heart rates.

What surprised both of you was the daycare pups. Bucky had been busy fixing a loose floorboard to prevent little pup and Omega feet from tripping while you did story time. Lightning Bolt the Alpha had raised his hand.

“Are you sick, Miss Barnes?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Are you sure?” Little ‘Steve’ wanted to know.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m not sick. Why do you ask?”

“You smell different.” Truth. Your normal scent of geranium and lemon had clear notes of lavender and vanilla threading through it now. The aroma was so intoxicating that Bucky had to stop himself from scenting you on the regular.

“I know what it is!” Freckles proclaimed. “She’s gotta pup.  My momma smells like pep’mint, and when she was growing my brothers, she smelled like Italian food. She said it was ‘cause her scent was all tangled with my baby brothers while they was growing!” Seven pairs of eyes stared at you expectantly; Bucky bit back a chuckle as your mouth opened and closed a couple of times.

“Well...yes. Mr. Barnes and I are going to have two pups.” Now, the pairs of eyes swiveled to Bucky. Warrior Princess sighed as she looked to her fellow Alphas.

“We gotta start workin’ on his mean face if he’s gonna have pups.”

Six months passed in a blur, and the serum he’d passed to the pups had them ready to deliver sooner than a regular pregnancy. Bucky loved watching you waddle your way around the house. The nursery was ready - two of everything, one for a boy and one for a girl, all ready to go. Your favorite pastime of late saw you both curled up in your nest as Bucky sang and sweet talked to the pups. In response, they stretched and rolled and kicked, some of their movements making you groan.

“These babies have taken up all the room! They need to come out so you can carry them for a while!” you grumbled good-naturedly. In those warm, safe moments, even Bucky thought he was ready.

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. When he got called out for a planet-saving-critical mission, his declaration that you could both just move to Asgard with Thor before the planet blew up seemed perfectly logical.

After Steve, Tony, Natasha, and Fury all reassured him this mission was critical but in and out quick, Bucky reluctantly agreed to go. The fact that he may have pulled the little Alphas aside and carefully trained them how to contact him on a stolen Stark phone in an emergency was pure conjecture.

The mission was, indeed, in and out quick. The dying adrenaline buzzed pleasantly in his veins; it had been good to get out for a little while, Bucky couldn’t deny.  Tony prattled on about the theme for this mission’s after party while Steve tapped away on a laptop - punk didn’t dare slack on reports, Bucky smiled to himself. Suddenly, static crackled to life in the quinjet’s speakers, a scatter of voices and noise pouring in.

“Hello?”

Frozen for a moment, everyone’s gazes swiveled towards Tony.

“Stark, what’s up with FRIDAY?”

“That’s not FRIDAY.  Dear, you with me?”

“Right here, boss.”

“Uh - Mister Alpha, sir?  I mean, Alpha Barnes - uh - I don’t think it’s working.” Lightning Bolt’s voice suddenly rang in clear as day, and Bucky shot to his feet.

“Give it to me, you turkey!  I know how to do it!” A scuffle was heard before Warrior Princess’s voice chimed in.  “This is Warrior Princess, reporting for duty, Mister Alpha Barnes, sir.”

“What the hell is this?” Tony barked out.

“Ohhhh! Someone said a bad word!” she hushed to someone near her. A choir of childish voices clamored in the background, but one single sound pierced through straight to Bucky’s heart - your cry of pain.

“Mister Alpha, sir, I think the pups are hurting Missus Barnes.”

All eyes turned to Bucky.

“Who is this?” Tony demanded. But someone clamoring for the speaker thwarted her attention. “FRIDAY?”

“On it, boss.” In the next instant, a screen projected into the quinjet, showing Warrior Princess’ chin and part of ‘Steve’s’ face as the children’s voices crackled through the speakers. “It appears to be a female Alpha, five years of age. Name, Elaine Freedman, referred to as Warrior Princess by Sergeant Barnes.”

“Elaine!” Bucky barked, alarm chugging through him like a fire hose. Suddenly, every phone in the jet chirped, and a separate screen blinked to life with your picture and a growing row of squiggly lines Bucky couldn’t decipher.

“She’s in labor,” Bruce intoned. Immediately, the quinjet engines hummed into high gear as Natasha banked to the right.  

“No, she’s not,” Bucky stammered.

“Not sure you get a say, Tin Man.”

“Tony, not the time,” Steve warned as he strode to put a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “It’ll be fine, Bucky.  We were already near the area, we’ll be there lickety-split.” A pudgy hand smeared across the screen before a set of tiny Iron Man sneakers came into view.  

“Mister Barnes! I think your pups are done in the oven. Should I call my grandma?”

“You don’t call a grandma, Micah!”

“We called her when my sister was borned, and she came right over and took care of me and the dog and everything.”

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. The fact that he was currently sitting with his head between his knees, hyperventilating like it was his job, was hardly noteworthy.

“Three minutes, Barnes,” Natasha called over her shoulder.  

“Grandmas are where it’s at. My grandma would have this handled. You’d roll up to find your Omega all fine, those pups sleeping, and a casserole on the table,” Sam offered up with a grin. The plastic water bottle in his hand crickled sadly as Bucky unknowingly crushed it, fear strangling him as the jet banked again. The daycare pups were a veritable chorus as they each shouted over who they should call.

“What about the Ghostbusters?  I think you can call them, too.”

“What’s a Ghostbuster?”

“I dunno, my dad likes that movie. Just the first one, though.”

“No, no, no. Mister Barnes said to call him, and that we just needed to be strong for Missus Barnes.”

“Yeah!  Like ‘Army Strong’ on the commercial.  Maybe we should call the Army!”

A sharp, agonizing cry from you blared across the line just as Natasha started to open the ramp. Bucky didn’t even hesitate, but dove through the narrow opening like it was an Olympic event.

“Bucky!  You son-of-a-bitch, you don’t just jump out of an airplane!” Steve roared.

“Language,” droned Tony blandly, his faceplate snapping into place as he followed Steve out the quinjet to the unsuspecting passel of pups below. As Sam rolled his eyes, preparing to follow, another little voice piped up an idea.

“I know! I know! Call the Avengers!”

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man. The minor issue of the front door now being more of a Bucky-shaped hole was irrelevant. The Iron Man-esque crater in the wall was hardly worth mentioning.  

Looking back, your pint-sized protection squad had done a fabulous job.  Little Red, or - funnily enough - Natalie, and Heidi (aka Dimples) had been busily stroking your hair and happily churning candy-scented calming pheromones while Sera ‘Freckles’ the Beta covered you with every doll blanket she could find. Lightning ‘Chad’ Bolt, Steve’s doppelganger, Jeremy, Micah, and Elaine were deeply involved in trying to decide who else to call. Surprisingly, the room was reasonably calm, the utlra-sweet pup scents more excited than anything.

Captain America and Iron Man had quickly been mobbed by the excited children, allowing Bucky and Bruce to scuttle you aboard the quinjet and to the safety and medical expertise of the Compound. Sam had gleefully stayed behind to referee Steve, Tony, and the pups. He may have taken a photo or video or two.  Maybe.

Bruce later hypothesized that, along with speeding up the pregnancy, Bucky’s serum also hastened the labor. Barely two hours after landing, Grant Howard Barnes shouted his way into the world. Rebecca Margaret joined him three minutes later. Tony burst in the room in the middle of it all, and passed out stone cold. Sam absolutely did sneak a photo of the billionaire unconscious on the floor.

Hours later, curled up in the nest that had mysteriously been transported from your bed to the medical wing of the Compound, you smiled tiredly at the sight before you.  Your Alpha sat rocking your pups, humming quietly to them as their tiny faces snuggled into his neck.  As Bucky felt them, safe and warm and here against him, saw you so thoroughly happy in the soft light of the room, his heart kicked hard.

Bucky Barnes was a reasonable man.  He knew he’d fallen in love at first sight with these two precious pups. Just like he had with you.

[k00kie-krumbl3]

Tell Me Lies

 A/N: Song recommendations: Tell Me Lies, Ridin' Solo, & Let Me Love You       

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        Over the past few months, many things have changed. Elaine and Hoseok broke up, Elaine got heartbroken by Jungkook, finding out that he actually has a girlfriend but she doesn’t go to their school, and Jimin and I are really close now. Yet, he doesn’t know everything about my life. 

        Today was different however as Jimin decided to drag me to a party, not just any party though. Jungkook was throwing a surprise party for his girlfriend and we were invited. Seeing Jimin pull up in the driveway, I quickly grabbed my bag and went over to the front door. 

“Where are you going?” I heard Elaine ask, making me freeze up in my spot. 

“Um to... Kook’s house...” I said, waiting for her to get angry. 

        “Wait, wait, wait. You’re trying to tell me that my friend invited your lame ass to a party?!” She chuckled in disbelief, “unbelievable. Wow. You know what go to your little party.” Elaine sneered, my stomach dropping. Looking at her, she had a sweet smile on her face. 

        “Oh don’t give me that face. I bet you’ll have fun. Use protection by the way. Especially since you obviously caught Jimin’s eye even though I told you Eliza liked him. Did you know that she asked him out last Friday and he rejected her?” Elaine asked, staring at her wide-eyed she giggled. 

“Oh my gosh, you didn’t. Wow. Guess you suck his dick so good he couldn’t give that up, huh?” She retorted.

“We-I- we’re just friends,” I explained, 

        “Oh yeah. As if he wants to be friends with a low life like you. He’s honestly wasting his time being around you,” she remarked, soon going back upstairs but when she reached the top of the steps she looked back. 

        “Oh and while you’re having fun, I’ll be the good sister that you claim I’m not and cheer up Liz since you are the main reason for her heartbreak. Good job, you finally got your revenge,” she smirked, only to glare right after and go back to Eliza’s room. 

I could feel tears begin to accumulate, blinking them away, I opened the door and entered Jimin’s black, sleek car. Giving me a smile, I looked away from him. Opting to look at the scenery instead. 

“What happened?” He asked,

“Did Eliza ask you out last Friday?” I asked him, glancing over at him, I saw his state was now frigid. 

“Ha. She did. And you rejected her. Why?” I asked him.

“This really isn’t the best time-“

        “Yes it is Jimin. This is the perfect time to ask because my sister is blaming me yet again for Eliza’s heartbreak. She’s blaming me for mistakes that I didn’t do. She’s blaming me for every little thing that doesn’t go her way. Jungkook has a girlfriend? Oh it’s (y/n)’s fault. Eliza got her heart broken because Jimin doesn’t like her? Oh it’s (y/n)’s fault. You know what? Drop me off at Al’s I don’t wanna go,” I soon muttered, feeling my tears on the brink of falling. 

“(Y/n) I’m-“

        “Don’t Jimin. You see this. This right here. This is why I don’t- didn’t- want to be friends. I knew this would happen and yet I-I-“ I couldn’t finish the rest as I bursted out into tears. Being friends had its perks but with the witch of a sister basically breathing down my back, the friendship was on the borderline of ending. I just couldn’t deal with this stuff anymore. It’s worse since both parents left to England for work related stuff. Having to deal with Elaine and Eliza is just so hard, keeping up this front of being fine, is difficult. I’m breaking my own rules for crying out loud because of some measly boy.

Feeling the car parked, I looked up from my blurry sight to see we stopped on the side of the road. 

“Jimin what are-“ but I was interrupted as he pulled me into a hug. Slithering his hand to my seat belt he clicked on the button and pulled me towards his chest. 

        “I’m so sorry (y/n). If I could change anything to make you happy, I would.” He exclaimed. “You’re very important to me,” he whispered, combing his hands through my tangled hair, I soon let my tears fall until I was nothing more but a shaking mess. 

“Thank you,” I said, hugging him tighter. 

“I- you’re welcome,” he smiled. Giving me a kiss on the top of my head, making me blush as I buried my face against his neck. 

        “I meant it by the way. You really are important to me and I’m really glad that I met you and that we became really good friends,” he reassured. “Now do you still want to go to Al’s or meet Kook’s girlfriend?” He asked.

        “Let’s go to Kook’s. I’ve never been to a party so maybe that’ll help me keep my mind off of things,” I smiled weakly, making him grab my hand and squeezing it. 

“Of course, love~”

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Reaching Jungkook’s house, Jimin and I quickly ran over to the top of his steps and rang the doorbell. 

        “Finally you guys made it. I honestly thought you guys weren’t going to show,” Jungkook said, opening the door and letting us in. 

Seeing his house, I couldn’t help but find it cute, or at least all the decorations. 

“What’s your girlfriend’s name again?” I asked,

“Bianca,” he said, “I feel like you guys will get along. She actually has a older brother, do you know Allen?” He asked,

        “Wait. Oh my god! Oh my god!” I exclaimed, looking over at Jimin, “Allen did say he has a sister but she’s always out with her boyfriend or hanging out with her friend Kelly or something!” I said.

“Huh... would you look at that, I guess we live in a small world after all,” Jungkook chuckled.

        Smiling extra wide, I couldn’t contain my excitement to see Al’s sister. She has to be the only person I ever wanted to meet. I just never told Al because he’ll go on and on how I’ll leave him for her. 

        Once awaiting for Bianca’s arrival, we decided to put on different music for the party. Taehyung and Hoseok soon showed up, along with Seokjin, who I learned in the past few months is actually the step brother of Jungkook. 

       Namjoon texted us telling us that Yoongi invited his girlfriend Kelly, we knew that Bianca was on her way as well, since Kelly and her are inseparable. 

“Okay, okay, Ohhh I can’t wait,” he smiled his adorable bunny smile. 

His girlfriend is really lucky that he didn’t get snatched away by my sister. Sighing in relief, I soon heard the door open. 

“Hello?” Someone asked,

        “Surprise!” We all said, making the poor girl jump up in fright, she had short curly hair with highlights, her brown eyes wide in shock, and her milk chocolate skin was prickled in goosebumps. Holding her hand against her heart, we soon heard someone begin to laugh.

        “Aww Kelly~ Did you get scared?” The other girl asked, her straight hair was brown with hints of red and blonde, her chocolate brown with hints of marrón eyes were filled with unshed tears, her tan skin soon wrapped around Kelly’s shoulder as she laughed beside her. 

The other girl, Kelly, was glaring at her. 

        “It’s not funny, Bianca. I almost got a heart attack,” she pouted, her voice wispy and quiet but you were still able to hear her speak. No wonder Yoongi likes her. 

As Yoongi and Namjoon entered, Yoongi had a look of distaste.

“What’s wrong hyung?” Jungkook asked,

“Ask Namjoon,” he tsked.

“No way. You didn’t!” Kook gasped, soon pouting as he knew the answer, only for the pout to quickly go away as Bianca came over to hug him. 

“It’s okay baby~ I love that you threw a party for me anyways,” she giggled, kissing him on his pouty lips. Looking over at me, she cocked her head to the side. 

“Hello! I don’t think I’ve ever met you, yet you look a bit familiar,” she said.

“Oh um... I’m a friend of your, brothers,” I told her. 

“Which one? They all suck... well except Ollie,” she giggled.

        “All of them actually. You poor soul I can’t imagine you living with three brothers,” I sympathized, only for her face to turn stoic. 

        “It’s worse for you.” She said in a cold tone, only for the stoic face to break apart as a pout soon graced her face, “I’m sorry I never tried to get to meet you. Allen talks a lot about you, I honestly thought you were imaginary, or a secret girlfriend of his that he doesn’t want me to meet.”

“Wait you met Elaine?” I asked her,

        “Oh yeah,” she giggled, “she thought I was his girlfriend and told me to “fuck off, he’s mine.” I told her not to worry because I wasn’t planning on fucking my brother. That shut her up real quick. Good thing she didn’t know that I was Jungkook’s girlfriend though,” she stated. 

        “How is that good?” I asked her, watching as she looked around. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the living room, fixing her ripped jeans, she took off her burgundy bomber jacket, revealing a black tank top, her red converse shoes now next to the door, right next to my black boots. 

She really was similar to Allen then she was to Matt.

         “Well, I mean, Jungy did tell me about what Elaine did and if I’m being honest, I couldn’t stop laughing. No offense, but you’re sister is a bitch, also she can’t stick with one guy apparently. Allen is still butt hurt about her dumping him. Even though, I never did like the relationship. It was toxic and was more about her. He literally had to stop going to his job as a tattoo artist because of her. He really loved her and he did anything for her. It was cute I guess. But he lost his job, he would steal money from us, he started to sell drugs so he can take her to fancy restaurants. It was a whole mess, I had to pull the plug and tell him to talk to her. But when I went to tell him, he came home unmistakably drunk, red hot anger in his veins. Did you know he threatened to kill Hoseok? Yeah his temper was already bad but it honestly sky rocketed that day. I couldn’t stop crying, it tore me to know that someone could do that. To just throw someone who has shown nothing but love and admiration out like it’s nothing. After everything they’ve done. I mean I knew what that pain felt like. It sucks,” Bianca sighed.

“What happened?” I asked her,

        “Just people. Girls. Friends. Friends who dumped me. Yeah. You know it actually took a long time for Jungkook to actually befriend me and date me? Yeah, I was a cold-hearted bitch back then,” she chuckled. 

“How are you-“

        “Together?” She finished. “Love finds a way I guess. It scared me to tell you the truth. I feared that he would do something like your sister and my ex-friends. I know people say people come and go but I hate knowing that we used to be close. Memories haunt me, I remember too much.” She sighed, leaning her head against my shoulder. 

“But Kelly and you?” I asked, wanting to know everything. It was as if I found my doppelgänger. 

        “Kelly and I? Oh she was the only one after my ex-friends left me that stuck by my side. I only trusted her so when Jungkook came into my life, she knew that he was going to stay. I denied that though. Yet fate had a different story to tell as we kept on meeting. First it was at the coffee shop, then the movies, then at a concert. He finally got the courage to ask for my phone number. I decided to amuse him, I was originally just going to block him right after but when he texted me I didn’t really want too. It was weird. But we continued to talk, then call, then FaceTime until we decided to hang out. After, everything else we were at a arcade. We were playing skee ball and made a bet. If I won, he has to do whatever I want. If he won, I do whatever he wants. I don’t know why I thought I can beat him. He’s good at almost everything, it’s frustrating. Anyways, when he won, he- he kissed me. I was shocked but also happy. And ever since, we’ve just been glued together. Same thing with Kelly. Funny thing, he’s actually jealous of Kelly’s relationship with me,” she chuckled, making me smile. 

“Well I’m glad to know everything worked out for you,” I smiled. 

        “Oh chickie~ You make it seem like you won’t find love. I can promise you, you already found it. And I know you already know this but mi casa es tu casa~ If you need a place to escape you can always come to Al’s house or Kook’s. I’m mostly here but if you want to see me to talk, you can always send a text,” she smiled, pulling out her phone for me to enter my phone number, I gave her a smile. 

“Thanks,” I told her. 

        “No problem! Now go up and check on Jimin for me,” she winked. Walking over to her boyfriend who was being his crazy self and making all his hyungs laugh. 

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{Jimin’s POV}

   Seeing Bianca and (y/n) talking on the couch, I walked over to Kelly. She was wearing a white long sleeved jacket, her collarbone was showing as the white mesh was see through. She also had on skinny blue jeans with black combat boots. 

“What’s with the gloomy look?” She asked,

“Oh um nothing,” I told her, only for her to give me poker face. 

        “Okay there is something... can we talk upstairs?” I asked her, nodding her head, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me up. Yoongi looked at us, but gave a nod in understanding. Going back to his conversation with Hoseok. 

“So what’s up?” Kelly asked,

“It’s um... (y/n)...?” I replied,

“What about her?”

        “I- I really like her but I know she’s still holding back. I want her to know that I- I care about her... a lot. I told her she’s important to me but she probably thinks I’m lying. I mean... ugh it’s hard,” I pouted.

        “Hey... you know Jungkook had to deal with the same thing, right? The only thing I can tell you is not to give up. If anything talk to Jungkook... but be warned he will most likely gush over his relationship with Bianca,” she warned, giggling after. 

Nodding, we both looked up as (y/n) appeared in front of the bedroom door. 

“Oh sorry. Was I interrupting anything?” She asked shyly,

Kelly giggled, "oh no. You came here, just in time," she winked. Leaving the both of us alone. Looking at her, she say next to me. 

"So?" 

"So..." 

"How's life?" (y/n) asked, making me burst out in laughter. 

"Really? God this is the most awkward conversation, " I chuckled. 

        "Well I don't know what you want me to say," she pouted, twirling my orange hair around. When she saw that dyed by hair orange, she couldn't stop staring. Only to whine why I couldn't keep my pink hair and had to dye it from black to orange. 

        "How about I tell you about the time I had a boyfriend?" (y/n) asked, a pained smile on her face. "The time I was actually happy. I think it's time you know why I'm so cold."

[jeonginsdimple]

Ship members of the beacon babies gc with stray kids!

ikzjdjdj okay this is going to be hard 😪 but let’s go hoes also anon i really am so sorry if u wanted me to include u in this and i didn’t bc i have absolutely no idea who this is ))))): i love u i promise. that goes for everyone that didn’t end up in this i had such a hard time picking for everyonebdhdhdjjd

(this isn’t based on biases so i’m sorry if u don’t get ur bias 😔😔)

woojin: @awoojinstan literally i cant think of anyone more fitting for this. not only are you THE MOST beautiful girl i have EVER seen, and also like the most devoted woojin stan (ex. showing up immediately when woojin’s name is mentioned), but i genuinely think u and woojin would be a good match. ur dancing from what i’ve seen is incredible!!! that with woojin’s singing is like the ultimate power couple u would be so unstoppable watch out. we don’t talk much and i’m very sad abt that ): but !!!! i can see y'all being super super soft w each other and having him play guitar for u late at night and tell each other dumb stories and he’s like the most gentlemanly boy u have ever seen wow i’m getting soft u guys r the only couple i need in my life

chan: @changbiins yeah i’m fucking doing this elaine what r u going to do we all know i’m right thot. you’re both greasy and embarrassing (IM KIDDIGNNDJSJS). seriously though your sheer beauty mixed with this hotdog grease will cancel out and make the perfect visual couple. y'all will blind me for two completely different individual reasons. anyway u guys would prob hang out in the producing room bc i don’t think this boy ever leaves thta place and you’d take naps while sitting on his lap 👀👀👀 and he’d think ur fucking cute but he wouldn’t say it bc he’s ugly

minho: @soyeonboys abby!!! my wife!!!!! minho better watch his back )): you guys both give off this like mom vibe tho (even if minho’s is more like wine mom and ur the cool mom but that’s not the point). you’d both prob spend time yelling abt ur kids (us + sk) to each other. also we’ve been knew but he’s super clingy and kinda greasy so prepare for the CLINGIEST BOY of the century. he’ll always be trying to kiss u 😔😔 i can see u guys going on cute dates like in town or smthn and forcing him to take selfies bc his collection is dry as FUck but he’d force u to get in them too bc he loves to see ur face wowo this is oily

changbin: @versekiller ik ur not in the gc anymore but ))))): imo you’re a really good match for changbin. you’re both super cute and soft but claim ur dark (which is the biggest lie both ways don’t even try). and you’re tiny which is great! because changbins a whole fucking midget. he’d prob try to act cool around u @ first but give up rly fast and just let his soft bitch side show through 😔 acting cute for u n shit to get u to do things for him what a little shit. he’d prob take u out to super expensive places that’s probably make u want to eject ur lungs out bc of the price (but that’s ok it’s his mom’s money anyway)

hyunjin: @wangingmorktuna okay tbh you would make a really good match for hyunjin. for one, you’re SO PRETTY ITS INSANE??????? and hyunjin is INDEED an iconic visual. you guys would literally be glowing i’d actually have to look away so i wouldn’t be killed instantly by you’re stunning visuals. he’d compliment you a lot and try to be cool abt it but be super super flustered and embarrassed and you would totally be able to tell but he’d deny it to his grave. i can see u guys going on little cafe dates and having small talk and taking a lot of pictures together it’s cliche but it’s so cute dhdhjwjsjdj

jisung: @stantalentstansk okay nathan is literally the biggest meme in this whole gc that’s no debate. and u know who ELSE is a big ass meme? jisung himself u right. both of u hoes are G R E A S Y like u rly like loving everyone. jisungs out here trying to kiss everyone and ur just sending us all WHOLESOME LOVE memes and it’s too much for my soft heart. so combine the two and you get the most greasy couple possibly ever (but in a good way). i can see y'all cuddling a lot like a lot lot lot of skinship seems likely w u sweethearts )): also jisung writes raps for u sometimes (not like johnny’s jshdjsjsjd no ‘fucking titties bitch jisungs out ✌🏻)

felix: @lexilanta bitch!!!! you and meme boy!!!!!!!!!! every time you use the 💀💀 emoji i get weird flashbacks to my friend sam calling felix (flax seed) a funky white boy there’s literally no correlation but somehow it happens. you’d probably roast him a lot tbh and he’d act all hurt by it until u called him cute sorry it’s the law he won’t leave u alone until u do. he’s possibly the clingiest boy i have EVER seen so prepare for some extreme skinship. you also get the special privilege of kissing his freckles 😔😔 make sure to let us know how his dog hair is btw–

seungmin: @xxstraykids idk why saja but you and seungmin are like the ULTIMATE couple in my mind. this boy is the cutest boy i have ever seen in my entire life literally he hurts me and you also happen to be the cutest person i’ve ever seen in my entire life so it’s already perfect. he’d be super super sweet to you and always ask how you’re doing and if you ate and what you’d want to do before suggest something. he’s super shameless and kind of embarrassing sometimes but that’s the good part so hehe. he’d lay his head on ur shoulder a lot and be kind of needy like a whole ass puppy. i can see you guys just kinda chilling and watching movies or youtube videos or something and just enjoying each other’s companies it’d be a really comfortable relationship 😪😪😪

jeongin: @gothfelix cici you’re so sweet it hurts me ))): you always compliment me and you make me so happy and you give me the best vibes and i cant this stress enough. jeongin is a BABY!!! your sweet (and really easy to talk to) personality would be like ideal for him because we all know he’d have kind of a hard time in a relationship. after a while though he’d get really comfortable and you guys would be able to actually do skinship without his lungs threatening to explode. you guys would definitely go on like mini movie dates and then go to a small diner or smthn like something simple u kno. overall it’d be really soft and i )))))))): i love this concept wow

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okay i went like really really all out w this so i hope it’s up to ur expectation )): i love u all

[amazoniankitten]

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Tagged by: @frickenchickenm99

Tagging: @solarcandydrops @fortheloveofpain @techno-philia

A- Age: 17 at the moment but will be 18 come July.

B- Biggest Fear: Heights and falling to my death. Which is why I dont fuck with rollercoasters

C- Current Time: 9:39PM

D- Drink You Had Last: Milk Tea

E- Everyday Starts With: Getting up and wanting to torch my school :>

F- Favorite Song: Aishiteru by Kourin (Closing song for Natsume Yuujinchou season 2 or 3)

G- Ghosts are They Real?: Do I look like a ghost? How the bloody fuck would I know.

H- Hometown: NYC bitches.

I- In Love With: Possibly one of my friends. Too much work figuring it out for sure.

J- Jealous of: Those kids who are favored by teachers just by being white girls.

K- Killed Someone: Do my dreams from childhood count?

L- Last Time you cried: A few days ago from some TV show

M- Middle name: I’m in the two name squad. Alyssa Elaine

N- Number of Siblings: 4 siblings; only 1 of them is fully related

O- One Wish: Unlimited tea supply.

P- Person you texted last: My mom about the torture that shes administering me (prom dress searching)

Q- Questions You’re Always Asked: How does your hair do that?

R- Reason to smile: My cat getting scared from something stupid

S- Song You Last Sang: Death of a Bachelor by Panic! at the Disco

T- Time You Woke Up: Between 10 and 11:30 AM. Usually at 6 during the week

U- Underwear Color: Dark gray

V- Vacation Destination: Japan is at the top of the list

W- Worst Habit: Scaring my cat

X- X-Rays You’ve Had: Dental ones so they can figure out how to unfuck up my mouth

Y- Your Favorite Food: Baked Mac and Cheese

Z- Zodiac Sign: Leo

[dj-lucio-in-the-house]

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Tagged by: @ rockct-ninjx

a - age: 20 b - biggest fear: Something between losing everyone and being abandoned, just the idea of being truly alone but surrounded by strangers scare me so much c - current time: 3:30am d - drink you last had: Water e - every day starts with: My days don’t ‘start’ technically, I get woken up all the time and sleep is usually interrupted every few hours, but usually I have to take the dogs out f - favorite song: Right now it is ‘Bubblegum bitch’ or ‘Gravel to tempo’  g - ghosts, are they real: I think so, my family are strong believers in ghosts and my mom has encounter some before h - hometown: ---- i - in love with: Family and friends, I have a friend that I really love as a friend soulmate j - jealous of: Not really too jealous but every now and then I wish I could draw like other people or write better k - killed someone: God I hope not l - last time you cried: Hm, not for a few days actually, I think m - middle name: Elaine n - number of siblings: An awesome brother who actually has a Sombra and Widowmaker rp blog!  o - one wish: Dang, I have a few different ones, like the whole I want money kinda thing, being able to take care of my family and spoil my parents p - person you last called/texted: My bro on fb q - question(s) you’re always asked: Not really sure r - reasons to smile: My family, thinking abut my friends, my cat when he’s not pissing me off, Mccree, Junkrat and my bro s - song last sang: I think I lip sung ‘You shoulda picked Mercy’ I love the song  t - time you woke up: 1am to take dogs out u - underwear color: Aqua v - vacation destination: Japan  w - worst habit: Twirling my hair, saying ‘like’ all the time because my brain freezes when I am talking and so I say it a lot, forgetting stuff  x - x-rays you’ve had: Head, I have severe headaches and they tried to find the cause, they didn’t

y - your favorite food: I have too many to name but lately I have been craving vanilla icecream or blue rasberry freezies 

z - zodiac sign: Virgo~

I get kinda nervous tagging people but if anyone sees this and wants to try it go ahead, I would love to learn new things about everyone!

[k00kie-krumbl3]

The Truth

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 It’s been weeks from the last time I talked to Jimin, every time I saw him, I would quickly walk the other way. I stopped sitting next to him and even locked myself in my own room, even though it was torture as Elaine would always barge in making some snarky comment that Jimin finally woke up and realized how “terrible” I was. 

        Ignoring his calls and texts, I looked at my phone to see that Bianca was calling instead, hesitating, I heard a knock on my window, looking over I saw Bianca.

Opening it, I looked at her in shock, “h-how did you...?” 

        “Come on now sweetheart, I know how to sneak in and I know when something’s wrong. Jimin has been mopey this past week. Allen has been complaining about the fact you haven’t come to see them, and you haven’t been very social lately.” She accused. 

        Stepping back, she let herself in, whistling lowly, she admired my room. “Which one of these two losers is Elaine?” She asked, making me chuckle at her comment. 

“That would be me,” I heard Elaine say, glaring at the brown haired girl. 

“Ah~ So we finally meet again?” Bianca smiled. 

“How’s Allen? Hopefully in jail,” Elaine snarled. 

        Seeing Bianca’s smirk twitch, she curled her hands into fists, “Nope. He’s still alive and breathing. Regretting the fact he let you in his life,” she chuckled humorlessly. 

        “Oh how sad.” She sneered, “it’s okay though, I have an amazing boyfriend. He’s funny, smart, and a total babe,” she snarked. 

“Oh really? Please do tell me, what’s his name?” She asked,

“Jungkook,” Elaine smiled. 

        Only to glare as both Bianca and I looked at each other before bursting out in laughter. “Oh my goodness. You were sooo confident in that response,” Bianca laughed, “honey, the girlfriend he was telling you about was me. I’m the girlfriend. Moi. Not you.” She grinned. 

“Ha as if. You must be worse than Allen,” she smiled,

        “Okay listen, you can come for me and attack me but leave my brother’s name out of your mouth,” she growled, getting fed up with my sister’s attacks against her ex. “Or what?” Elaine asked. 

        Before she can reply, she jumped as her phone went off. Seeing the name, she smiled as she put her phone on speaker. 

“Bianca?” Jungkook asked,

“Hi baby~ Whats wrong?” She asked, looking at Elaine with a shit-eating grin,

        “I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. I just saw the note you left me on the kitchen counter. I hope (y/n)’s okay since she’s been all MIA on us. Tell her I said hi. Oh and make sure you make it back to the house safely, I have a surprise for you~” he sang,

“Okay babe, I’ll see you in a bit,” she smiled,

“Okay also tell Elaine I said sorry but I wouldn’t change you for the world,” before hanging up. 

Elaine stared at Bianca’s phone wide eyed, “h-how did he-“

        “Know?” Bianca asked, “I don’t tend to call him babe or baby unless I feel threatened. And with you well I don’t feel threatened but I just want to make sure you understand that he’s taken. I claimed him as mine so fuck off,” Bianca snarled. 

“Whatever you psycho bitch,” Elaine retorted, shutting the door.

“So that was-“

        “I’m sorry about that,” Bianca apologized. “I don’t usually get like that. It takes awhile for people to piss me off, but with Elaine she’s always been able to get under my skin,” she told me. 

“Oh you and me both,” I laughed, only to see that Bianca wasn’t joining in on the laughter. 

“Hey It’s okay, really!” I reassured her,

“Do you like Jimin?” She asked, making me choke on my saliva. “I’m sorry what?” I asked her.

“Do you like Jimin?” She repeated,

“N-no,” I stuttered, my face growing red hot. 

“You liar~” she teased, “Okay so if you like Jimin then why are you running away?” She asked.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m scared,” I shrugged.

“Of?”

“Of loving him...?” I answered,

“That’s it?” She asked,

        “No... I’m scared of what my parents will say, I’m scared that they’ll look down on him, I’m scarred that he’ll lose himself to the cruelty of my family. I don’t want him to lose that light like I did mine. I want to see him happy. I want to see him laugh. I want to know and make sure that he stays his silly self, I- I-“ choking up I let the tears spill, “I want to be the reason for his happiness.”

“There it is,” Bianca smiled, “I know there’s more than you loving him. You don’t want to lose him either, right?” She asked,

“Y-Yeah.... yeah I don’t,” I sniffled,

        “Talk to him tomorrow please. And please talk to Allen, he’s been blowing up my phone telling me that if you don’t come over that I’m under house arrest because he “misses” me,” she chuckled, laughing at her comment she gave me a hug. 

        “Remember what I said? If you need anything, just call, I would drop whatever I’m doing just to make you laugh and smile like you are now. No one deserves to be treated unfairly or feel unhappy.” She replied, quickly going out the window. 

        Seeing her silhouette wave bye, I let out a smile, waving bye back. Closing the window, I decided to finally go to sleep, all my restless nights, now buried away as I finally slept without any discomfort. 

~~~~~~

        Making my way to the front entrance, I felt a sense of dread to see Jimin, noticing his orange hair was dyed black now. Feeling nervous,  a bunch of “what if’s” started going  through my head, walking towards his group. When he saw me come closer, his smile soon dropped. 

        “Hey...” I let out, only getting a groan as a response, seeing Hoseok kick his shin, he glared at Hoseok until he looked away at me. 

        Seeing anger in his eyes, he grabbed me away from the group, “Jimin! Jimin let me- can I explain?” I asked him, as he took me upstairs to the rooftop,

        “Explain about what? You running away? You leaving me when my crush kissed me? You know what I don’t know which one was worst, you leaving me after kissing me or feeling my heartbreak knowing the girl I had a crush on obviously regrets kissing me,” he hissed. 

“I- I don’t!” I told him, 

“Really? Didn’t seem that way,” he glared,

        “No, listen Jimin. I- I was- I was scared, I- it was too early, I- I was in the moment, I kissed you, and I realized that this was way too fast-“

“So you regret it?” He asked,

        “What?! No! No, no, no. Oh I making it seem that way,” I groaned, “no I didn’t regret kissing you, I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss but thi-“

“Then kiss me,” he challenged,

“Huh?”

“Kiss me. Prove to me what happened that night wasn’t a mistake and that what I felt, you did too,”  Jimin pushed. 

        Staring at him, I looked down at his lips, heart squeezing in anticipation, “I- I can’t,” I told him, “I’m sorry, I thought I was ready but I guess not,” I told him, running downstairs. Leaving the black haired boy alone. 

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        Entering Al’s house, he quickly shot up off the couch as he gave me a hug. 

“Bitch where have you been? I thought you died or something!” Allen let out, only to get a dark glare from Oliver,

“No, but I feel dead inside now. I screwed everything up with Jimin,” I croaked, 

        "What happened?" Oliver asked, coming over as he laid me down. Relaxing from his vanilla scent, I told them what happened, kicking Allen when he had a wide grin when I mentioned about the kiss between Jimin and I. 

“Why are you afraid?” Allen asked,

“I- I’m scared that I’ll get hurt as well,” I answered. “I mean who knows maybe he’s using me to get to E-“

        “Don’t you dare compare him to that asshole. Don’t. Jimin has been the best thing that has happened to you. I can tell his feelings and intentions are genuine. I have never seen him ask you about your sisters, he’s always talking about you. He loves to hear you listen and literally glows when he sees you smile and laugh. Jaejoong was someone who was shitty. It’s worse since he was your first boyfriend as well, but I can assure you, Jimin... Jimin is different.” Allen explained, “just give him a chance. Just one date...?” 

“I am not- I- he hates me!” I answered. 

        “Bull... let’s call him, yeah?” He asked, hoisting me up as I straddled him, cheeks turning a rosy red as he grabbed my phone, giving my ass a light squeeze as I gasped and slapped his shoulder.

        Chuckling at my reaction, I snapped out of my daze and tried to grab my phone, regretting the fact he knew my password and was soon calling Jimin, putting him on speaker. 

“What?” Jimin growled,

        “Hey Chim... was wondering how you’ll feel about going out with (y/n) tonight?” Allen grinned, about to tell Jimin ‘no’. Al put his hand around my mouth, as a result I gave him a deadly glare. 

“Oh... I thought she said she wasn’t ready?” He inquired,

        “Pssh. As if, she’s just-“ quickly letting out a yelp as his head moved to the side, not expecting the pillow I grabbed to hit him, grabbing his head he was about to continue speaking only to realize my phone he was holding was gone.  Whipping his head around, he glared at his sister as she held the phone with Jimin on the line. 

“Hello?” Jimin asked,

        “Sorry Jiminie~ Don’t mind my idiotic brother and his antics,” she said, hanging up on him and giving Allen a deadly glare. 

“What were you trying to do?” She asked,

        “Well before I was so rudely interrupted,” he glared, giving me a sneer he looked back at his sister, “I was trying to get Jimin and (y/n) to go on a date,” he hissed.

“Well that isn’t something you can do. It’s up to them both, not you, not me, no one but them.” She growled,

Scoffing, he looked over to me, “I thought you wanted to-“

        “I do Allen but there’s more to it than that, I want to go out with him, I do. Yet, all that goes through my head is what my parents are going to say, what my sister’s will try and do. You know what happened last time.” I told him,

“Wanna know what that sounds like to me?” Allen asked,

“What?” I asked,

“Excuses,” he said flatly.

Hearing Bianca stifle a giggle, I glared at them both. “I am not!” I retorted,

        “It does sweetie~” Oliver soon replied, making me gasp at the fact he went with the devil side. “Ollie! I thought you were on my side!” I accused,

        “Oh love, if it was about anything other than this I would but it sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself why you can’t date him. Not us,” he said sympathetically, blue eyes looking down at mine.

“I- what should I do then? I already screwed up,” I said. 

“Try again,” Matt soon said, walking downstairs, his curly hair a mess. 

“Yeah. Just don’t fuck in the car, unlike someone I know,” he said, glancing towards Bianca. 

        “Okay listen that was a long time ago, get over it. Secondly, I didn’t know Kookie and I would go a bit far, it was just an innocent kiss that turn heated. We’re human what did you expect?” She questioned, raising a brow.

        “Are you sure your human?” I asked her, making her look at me in shock, Allen chuckling at his sister’s face. “You too sir,” I scolded, this time his sister laughing at him, as his giggling features were now formed into one of shock. 

“Wait you mean to tell me you and Kook almost had car sex?” I asked her,

        “Yup. In my car, no less. I understand you hate me but I don’t need your guys bodily fluids all over my car, thank you,” Allen stated. Earning a glare from Bianca, “oh wow. Kinky,” I chuckled, Bianca scoffing before laughing at my statement. 

~~~~~~

        When Matt dropped me off, I saw Eliza and Elaine were outside waiting for me. “Do you want me to stay? Just in case you need an escape route from the she-devils?” He asked. 

        Knowing he was trying to lighten up my mood, I felt a sense of dread. “No, it’s okay. I’ll just sneak out if I have too,” I told him, exiting out of the car, I waved bye before heading towards the doorsteps. 

        “Wow. So you’re friends with all of our exes, huh? Well at least you have friends.” Eliza gruffed, giving me a cold glare. 

“What did I do wrong this time?” I asked, rolling my eyes. 

Taken aback by my eye roll, Elaine stepped towards me, “don’t get cocky on us now,” Elaine sneered. 

        “Or what? You know if anything you’re all bark but no bite. You won’t do shit, now will you?” I accused, a new found anger, bubbling up inside me. 

“Y-Yes I will!” She retorted,

        “No you won’t. If anything you should be the one concerned about your reputation. I wonder what would happen if I put out about what happened between you and Jaejoong.  How everyone will view you... but I won’t. You know why? Because I’m a decent human and not a monster who likes to hurt people.” I stated, watching as she flinched. 

        “W-well... I... um-“ looking at Eliza, she gulped as her sky blue eyes now a dark sapphire, anger boiling inside of them. “Listen here, (y/n), we get it. We fucked up, but you need to get over yourself. You keep on using that excuse, both of you. You know I was quiet for this long because I didn't want to admit that I hated how you two treated each other but seeing you hang out with Matt... I- I was mad because I would still be with him if it wasn't for you, " she complained, looking at Elaine. 

        “You and your jealousy over (y/n). Even though it was partially my fault for agreeing to sleep with Jaejoong. I didn’t think I would lose Matt, but that was my downfall, when he found out he broke up with me, he was so hurt to know I would do that to him. Yeah, we were just trying to hurt (y/n) and make sure she caught her boyfriend cheating on us, but we also cheated on them.” Eliza proclaimed, anger and sorrow in her tone. Looking at me, her ocean eyes staring at mine. 

        “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you and for treating you terribly. I’m sorry for ever using your boyfriend and for making you feel little,” wiping away her tears, she glared at Elaine, expecting her to apologize. 

“If you think for-“

“Apologize,” Eliza growled. 

        Looking at me, she gave me a sour look, looking back at Eliza I saw her facial expression break. Her facade of hatred breaking,  “I- I didn’t-“ sighing, she looked guilty as she flinched, as if she was watching a show of all the things she’s done to me in the past. It was the first time I witnessed her actually show any type of emotion other than anger and jealousy. “It sucked, mom and dad wouldn’t stop cooing over you, they would treat us like shit, they didn’t even acknowledge my achievements. I wanted nothing more but to have them pay attention to me. They were so cruel, and so I decided to take it out on you. I know they don’t act all sweet and affectionate towards you, it’s because I made sure they wouldn’t. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you and making you feel worthless. As you slowly got older, I knew what I was doing was wrong but I didn’t want to admit my mistakes. I wanted to continue to act like I hate you, but I don’t. I never did. I just wanted to be loved again, and I took out that hatred towards you, which was wrong.” 

        “Is that why you blamed me whenever Allen and Hoseok started to give me attention? We’re you scared that I would steal them?” I asked her,

        “Yes. When Allen started asking me about you, I would try to steer his conversations away from you, scared that you would take him away from me. Reasons, why I did what I did with Jaejoong. When you left, I told him to get his stuff and leave. I didn’t want him to talk to you as he willingly agreed to sleep with us both. I truly am sorry for hurting you. I let my insecurities get the best of me that I didn’t really care if I was hurting you. When you left, I was worried since you left your phone and I had no clue where you went. Mom was silly for not feeding you and I know I made you feel even worse by bringing up Jaejoong and I can’t apologize enough but if there was some way I can regain your forgiveness I would.”

        “You can!” I exclaimed, only to quickly grow flustered, at both of their expressions as they looked at each other, a dark look in their eye. 

“I can’t believe you actually fell for that,” Elaine chuckled, only for Eliza to quickly hit her against the head. 

“Sorry... to early for that?” Elaine asked,

        “Way too early,” she scolded, as she looked at me she cooed and told me not to worry as they’ll help me anyway they can. 

        Opening my mouth, I quickly closed it, staring at them both. “Actually... never mind. It’s nothing important,” I smiled, walking back into the room. 

        Elaine and Eliza both looked at my leaving form as soon as they heard the door clicked, they both shared a sinister smile.

——————

{Eliza’s POV}

    Hearing (y/n)’s door shut, Elaine and I both looked at each other, knowing who just to ask in order to get this information. Quickly calling up Jungkook, he picked up the phone.

“Y-Yes,” he asked breathily,

“Hey! We were wondering whats the whole situation between (y/n)?” I asked, 

        “Oh it’s- mm- sorry stubbed my toe,” he gasped out, both Elaine and I, looked at each other. Having a feeling that there’s no way that was from hitting his toe. 

“Is Bianca there?” Elaine asked, unamused. 

“No- oh- Ugh- Listen I can’t- fuck- can’t talk right now. I’m sorry,” he husked, hanging up the phone. 

        “Was- did they just-“ both of us bursting into laughter at the fact he was basically getting a blow job while talking to us. 

“Bianca really didn’t appreciate me trying to take her man, I see,” Elaine heaved, trying to catch her breathe. 

        “Not at all. Damn, we still don’t know what (y/n) was going to tell us though, I wish we could contact someone who-“ only to gasp as I looked at Elaine, snapping my fingers as I tried to remember Allen’s name. 

“What?” She asked,

“Do you still have Allen’s phone number?” I asked her, watching her face pale, knowing she did. 

"I-I never got the chance t-"

"Just call him," I said, making her jump at the flat tone I gave her as she called him. 

"Hello?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep, 

        "Hey so wee were wondering if you-" but we didn't get our answer as he quickly hung up, both of us staring at each other in shock. 

        "I mean this was bound to happen," Elaine chuckled humorlessly, as I face palmed at the fact we couldn't help our baby sister. 

"Time for Plan B," I let out, 

"What's plan B?" Elaine asked, 

"Going to Hoseok's," I said, Elaine's face turning white. 

~~~~~~

        Knocking on Hoseok's door, Elaine began walking back and forth. "Maybe he's not home?" Elaine let out, looking at her incredulously, she sighed knowing there's no way he could be gone since it's late at night and his car is in his driveway. 

"Hopeful thinking?" Elaine let out. 

        About to reply, the door opened as a groggy, sleepy Hoseok opened the door, “do you guys have any idea what time it is?” He groaned.

        “Yes but that’s not important,” I told him, pushing him inside as both Elaine and I walked in. “What’s up with (y/n)?” I asked,

“Why should I tell you?” He inquired,

“Because she’s our sister and we want to help,” Elaine snapped.

“Since when?” He questioned, making us feel guilty. 

        “Since now. We know we screwed up and we want to make amends by helping her with whatever her problem is,” I told him. 

        “The only problem is that she’s running away from them,” he replied, making us look at him in confusion. “Jimin and her kissed the day that Jungkook threw Bianca a party, only for (y/n) to leave, the only message Jimin got was her saying thanks for letting her have a taste of happiness.”

“So she likes Jimin?” Elaine asked,

        “Yeah but she’s obviously scared and has been avoiding the kid. Poor thing too, he’s hurt.” He sighed, bags under his eyes. 

“Hey, Hobi this isn’t your fault,” I told him, knowing that he sees Jimin in a brotherly light. 

        Pinching his nose, he groaned, nodding his head in understanding. “I know, I know. It’s just he’s been more angry lately and it’s definitely taking a toll on his family as they want to know what’s gotten him so bitter but he won’t budge.” Hoseok explained. 

“So the problem is my sister isn’t taking to him?” I asked,

        “Yes, she also won’t be truthful.” He pointed out. Nodding my head, I knew what we had to do, bidding Hoseok goodnight we went home, discussing our game plan for tomorrow involving (y/n) and someone that might change her mind on hiding her feelings for Jimin.