#No roommate for her so she can yell about her reality shows with no judgement lol

[blissfulrain12]

Tulpar Crew and Housing

So I've been thinking about the crew and how they live cause a part of the draw for their kind of work is not having to pay rent, bills, or buy groceries for a year. That means they have to find housing for inbetween trips. Housing they can be away from for around a year at a time.

Swansea and Daisuke are easy cause they live with family. Daisuke has a home with his parents. Swansea's wife maintains their home while he's away. These 2 are fine on the housing front. Just try not to think about the fact Swansea's wife might need his paycheck and she won't be getting it so she might be facing poverty on top of losingher husband.

It's the 30ish trio we have no info on. So based on what we do know I've made some guesses. Curly has like a room where he stays with family. Anya rents an apartment while Jimmy is always moving.

Curly seems to have a very active and social life and also seems like he's been working for PE since he first started working. He's likely in space more than he's home. I really doubt PE pays him what he's actually worth but he's able to afford to do winter sports and join other people's hobbies. So all that in mind Curly having a room with his parents or a sibling just makes sense to me. Like Curly stays there but he doesn't really live there cause he's just always out doing something with someone. He basically just stores his stuff and sometimes sleeps there. I don't think his family would mind cause he'd help out when he's there and contribute to the mortgage and having him stay there means they're guaranteed to see him before he's off again.

I think Anya has her own apartment that she's got a multi year lease on the she renews. I don't think we know anything about her family and she seems a bit of an introvert. She has to have a place to keep her things especially her books since she studies a lot. She'd also need a safe/familiar area for jogging. So an apartment in an area she's used to. I imagine paying rent on the apartment is contributing to her no savings situation.

Finally Jimmy moves around a lot cause he's been on that poverty struggle. His housing wasn't really stable before PE but it is easier after. We get nothing on Jimmy's family though he does seem to know Curly's friends. I assume they're his friends too but probably not as much as they are to Curly since they're only mentioned in relation to Curly. Jimmy probably doesn't have a lot of things since he thinks hobbies are for the rich. So before PE I can see him struggling to make rent and because of that his rental history prevents him from finding a place after PE. I think he "couch surfs" sometimes but Jimmy being Jimmy people only make that mistake once. So I think he ends up in a lot of not so great short term rentals but doesn't mind as much cause working in space makes it more to his benefit.

[escapewithbts]

Unexpected Envy (Part One) - Jimin

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The back of your throat burned as you downed the last sip of your vodka martini. It was already your third of the evening but you had no plan on stopping anytime soon.

Someone else did, however.

"Hey, do you think maybe you should slow down a little, (y/n)?" you best friend Jimin said into your ear from his seat on the couch next to you.

So controlling, you thought. Who is he to tell me to slow down?

In fact, Jimin's words just made you want to drink more.

"Actually, I think I'll have another. I'll be right back," you told him, standing up and walking away before he could protest.

As you made your way to the bar, you glanced back and noticed his worried expression follow you. You knew his words were out of care, not out of judgement, but that almost made it worse.

You see, you were a walking stereotype. You had fallen in love with your best friend. At first you avoided telling him, too afraid of his reaction. But you thought you saw signs. Thought maybe he felt something, too. So you went for it. You wanted that whole "best friends fall in love fairytale ending" crap.

But you didn't get it. You told Jimin how you felt about him. A week ago to this day as a matter of fact. But it wasn't a fairytale ending. It was a nightmare. He had said the words no one confessing their feelings wants to hear... "I just want to stay friends", along with a "You deserve someone who can focus fully on you" but "I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship because you mean a lot to me". Straight out of a Rom-Com.

What they don't show in Rom-Coms is the hurt. The one who gets rejected cries and eats chocolate ice cream while listening to sad music and watching classic romance movies.

But in reality it's not like that. No, you were so heartbroken you could literally feel the ache in your chest; it had been like that for a week straight. You could hardly sleep. You wanted to go back to the time before you had said anything, when the idea of you and Jimin happily in a relationship was just a figment of your imagination.

You couldn't stop being his friend, though. Not having Jimin at all was worse than not having him as your significant other. So through all the pain, you had to smile, had to pretend like it wasn't that big of a deal. Just play it off and act like you were fine with the fact that you and Jimin were only ever going to be just friends.

But as the week went on it was getting harder and harder to pretend like nothing was wrong, especially since you weren't only best friends, but also roommates for the time being. Jimin was letting you stay with him at his penthouse apartment while you got settled in Seoul from moving abroad. It made everything so much worse, having to constantly see him. And Jimin wasn't stupid. He was almost annoyingly observant, always on alert and aware of what the people around him were feeling. He could tell things weren't okay.

Which is why he invited you to his music label's year end company party. They had rented a club just for the talent, their management and agents and some staff, and everyone was allowed to bring a plus one. So here you were. Jimin's plus one.... but only ever as a friend, of course.

"A vodka martini, please!" you shouted to the bartender over the music blasting through the speakers.

You adjusted your black dress that stopped just above your knees and showed off your shape perfectly. At least you felt like you looked good on the outside.

Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see who it was and became face to face with a member of the band TomorrowxTogether. You remembered his name to be Yeonjun, you had met briefly but only in passing whenever you were at events with Jimin and BTS.

"Hi, you're (y/n), right?" he asked, giving you a warm smile.

You smiled back.

"Yes, and you're Yeonjun. I think we've met a couple times."

He nodded.

"That's right. Did you come here with Jimin-hyung?"

You answered with a nod as the bartender placed your fresh drink on the counter next to you.

"Ah okay, okay, I thought so. He's a really great guy, I look up to him a lot. He's also very handsome."

You chuckled politely, impressed by his obvious fluent English.

"Yes, he is."

Tell me something I don't know, you thought.

Yeonjun looked down shyly and continued,

"I hope it is not too bold of me to ask, but is Jimin-ah your... ar-are you two, you know... together?"

Your stomach flipped and you immediately had to take a big swig of your martini.

No, but thanks for the reminder.

You smiled at him the best you could, trying to radiate confidence even though the question had caused the opposite effect.

"No," you said flatly, "We are just friends."

There was that ache in your chest again.

Yeonjun's face lit up at your response. It was cute, in a puppy-dog sort of way.

"Great, well then, I was wondering if maybe... you'd like to dance with me?"

This was perfect, exactly what you needed. A nice distraction from the man who didn't want you who was waiting for you back at the booth. Yeonjun seemed kind enough, and you had just enough liquid courage running through your veins to not care about making a fool of yourself on the dance floor.

Jimin who?

"Yes," you set your fourth empty glass on the bar and smiled, "I would like to dance with you."

Yeonjun took your hand and lead you out to the dancefloor. The music was so loud you could hardly hear yourself think, but you preferred it that way. You and Yeonjun made your way towards the middle, shifting through dancing bodies all around you. You faced each other and starting moving back and forth to the beat.

"I'm not a good dancer!" you yelled to him.

He smiled sweetly back at you.

"It's okay! Just follow my lead!"

He then grabbed your hand in his and twirled you under it, then wrapped his arms around your waist from behind before spinning you out away from him. Your hair swung around you, and you threw up your free arm before ending up back in Yeonjun's arms. You continued dancing this way, him taking the lead and keeping you close while still being respectful. You were having so much fun, and for the first time in a week none of your thoughts consisted of Jimin.

"You're a great dancer!" you shouted to Yeonjun as he twirled you around again.

"I've had a little practice!" he yelled back, earning himself a giggle from you which caused him to grin.

All of a sudden, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a red blazer shuffling through the crowded dance floor and heading towards the two of you. You knew who it was.

You felt a warm hand on the middle of your back. The mere contact made your heart pound.

You and Yeonjun stopped dancing. Why did it feel like you were both suddenly in trouble?

"Ah, oh, hello, Jimin-hyung!" Yeonjun smiled and bowed deeply at the older boy who had appeared in front of him.

Jimin nodded his head back at him but his face showed no emotion.

"Yeonjun," he replied curtly.

Then he turned to you. The look on his face caught you by surprise. His eyes were dark, his face looked so stoic it almost frightened you. He didn't look like the happy, caring Jimin he usually was. You weren't sure what he was feeling, but he looked almost evil, and dare you say... sexy?

Stop! You scolded yourself. You had to stand your ground.

"(y/n)-ah..." he began, staring straight into your eyes and cocking his head, "it's getting kind of late, don't you think? I'm leaving now and I believe I am your ride."

You noticed Yeonjun's face turn into panic, fearing he disrespected his older hyung by keeping you. But you were your own person, Jimin brought you here but he didn't own you.

"Then go, Jimin, it's okay," you wrapped your hand around Yeonjun's forearm and stepped closer to him, "I'm having a lot of fun with Yeonjun so I think I'll stay."

Jimin didn't take his eyes off yours. Yeonjun shifted uncomfortably but couldn't stop the sheepish grin from appearing on his lips at the mention of you having fun with him.

"But how will you get home?" Jimin asked, clearly impatient.

You waved your hand.

"Oh I'll just take a taxi or something, don't worry about it, I'll figure it out."

There was a pause as the two of you stared at each other. You knew what Jimin was thinking, he was your best friend after all. You could tell he was not happy with you staying here without him, almost like he was telepathically urging you to come with him. But he couldn't fight your independence and knew it was pointless to try. You watched his face fall briefly, like a look of sadness, but then a signature warm, eyes-almost-closed Jimin smile appeared and he reached out to shake Yeonjun's hand.

"Okay, okay, well then you take care of her, Yeonjun," he said in Korean, "She's my best friend, you know."

You internally winced at his use of those words. Yeonjun bowed.

"Yes, of course, Hyung."

Jimin turned back to you. He looked a little defeated, and the side of you that cared about him so much more than you have ever cared about another human being suddenly felt badly about him leaving without you.

He leaned in to you so you could hear him better, his full pink lips barely grazing your ear. Your whole body broke out in goosebumps.

"Just... be careful, (y/n)-ah." he whispered, before stepping back and giving you a smile.

Then he lifted his ring-covered fingers in a wave and turned, disappearing into the sea of people.

*

Part Two

Masterlist

[saviourisms]

Trying To Survive

@captkillianjcnes

Emma had been dating Killian since high school and while they fought like any other couple, they stayed together all through college. The four years they were together while in college proved to be the most challenging as he moved several states away to pursue his career in the degree he would be getting. Florida had been the state of choice and while she knew that it would more than likely be on his radar, it was still a challenge to have their relationship turn long distance. They broke up once because of it only to come back together, visiting each other during breaks and spending summers together taking turns by commuting for the summer.

Emma stayed in Maine as she had been given a scholarship for her degree in criminal justice. At the start of each semester, Emma couldn't help but count the days remaining until each break. She missed Killian more than verbalizing could even express, often getting frustrated with men on campus who didn't seem to care that she was dating someone else. Her responses only showed just how much Emma loved Killian, wanting to honour and respect him even when he lived several states away.

"I'm not interested."

"I have a boyfriend." 

"Leave me alone." 

Those were just a few of her responses to those who didn't know how to take no for answer, not until Killian was physically by her side when he visited her and his old hometown 

In 2010, Thanksgiving break proved to be the most memorable one for her. Emma made sure to set aside her entire week to be with the man she loved to celebrate their anniversary, seven years together. It left Emma speechless that they had been together since freshman year in high school, not counting the short break they took when Killian moved away. Emma wanted to visit their old hangouts, try to find the tree on their high school grounds where they shared their first kiss under... Emma wasn't one to be sentimental and yet Killian had always brought that side out of her. 

The week had come to an end and as Emma begged him to move back home and be with her, they were able to make love and focus on each other one last time. "I want to marry you." She mentioned shortly after once she placed her head on his bare chest. "That's what I want. To marry you after we graduate, to be together for the rest of our lives. I don't know how much longer I can take not seeing you every day." 

At first, Emma was afraid to bring up the topic of marriage, but they had been dating for seven years. Wouldn't that have to come up in conversation anyway? It had to sometime, right? And when Killian only agreed to the idea, Emma couldn't help but kiss him as her mind thought of their future together, her wedding playing so perfectly in her mind. It was the last memory she had with Killian before dropping him off at the airport the next morning, before getting home in the afternoon and watching the latest news report of two people acting insane. Before.. before the world she once new fell to shit around her. It was like the world changed overnight and it quite literally did, her friend waking her up panicking because riots on their street were happening. It lead to her packing the necessities and watching as her neighbours panicked. Screams could have been heard for miles as she watched as some attacked each other, blood everywhere only to watch as her roommate she could have sworn was behind her be taken and devoured by another human being. 

"Ruby!" Emma went running after her roommate, her best friend... but the sound of her scream for her friend's name only encouraged the people that seemed to be in a trance walk towards her. She drove off, drove to her parents... but the sight there was just as bad, if not worse than what it looked like on her block. 

What is happening?! Where are my parents? 

"Mom?! Dad?!" Emma ran into their home and began searching every room, but it wasn't until she came back into the living room that she saw her father sitting on the floor with her mother in his arms. "Dad? No.." Mary Margaret had died from injuries to her head as her father informed her, sacrificing herself when two people came into their home unresponsive to his demands to leave. Who are these people? What are they? Several came staggering into the neighbourhood after that as Emma noticed from the window, immediately closing and locking the front door soon after. Her attention turned to her father as she yelled at him that they had to leave, to get out of the town, the city... get someplace safe. "You can bring mom if you want, we can bury her when we’re safe. We can't stay here, Dad! Please!" Emma accepted that her father wouldn't leave, accepted that she would die alongside him, but it was that realization that made David come back to reality. The small herd of... "people" were approaching their home, which provided them with a few minutes to get back into her car and leave. They left unscathed and with no direction in mind, Emma continued to drive south in hopes of finding a safe haven. 

They found a safe place to call home for a few days outside the city where they buried Mary Margaret, meeting some kind people on the road once they ran out of gas and were forced to walk in the days and weeks that follow, where they cautious of their surroundings. They soon realized that the "people" that were unresponsive to them were flesh eaters... dead coming back to life, infecting those that were alive with a fever that killed them in the end, to make them like the dead walking around them. It felt like a nightmare and one that no one could ever wake up from. 

As they moved further south as the months turned into years, Emma never once allowed the necklace that held Killian's most precious ring leave her body. Emma never stopped thinking about Killian as she remained by her father's side, determined to make her way to Florida with hopes of finding Killian alive and well. That was when they stumbled into Alexandria and continued walking mindlessly. Hunger and exhaustion overcame them and if they didn't find a safe haven soon, Emma knew they would be too weak to defend themselves against walkers or people.

And when they needed it the most, when they need a safe haven... someplace to call home instead of constantly having to be on the run, Emma noticed a gated community and couldn't help but cry. The people welcomed her and David without question, which Emma found to be odd despite her weakened state. She had experienced what it was like being with bad people and being so desperate now made her vulnerable. 

Despite such a concern her father also shared, the community was one they could call home. They still had homes that weren't damaged, still had power... the taste of an iced tea soothed her. The majority of the people that lived there since the outbreak begin carried on the old life she once knew, which Emma couldn't help but feel like that was a lapse in judgement on their part. The dead and bad people will always find a way in. It was a thought a new group that came in after they did share as well, which was why Emma bonded faster with them rather than Deanna and her group.

In time, Emma grew close with both sets of groups, Rick's and Deanna's. Everyone seemed to value and respect Emma and her opinions alongside Rick's due her background that was so similar to his. Emma found herself befriending Maggie and Glenn, their friendship meant the world to her and one she would risk her life for if the opportunity came. Emma forgot what it was like to trust more people than her father, to call people friends... family. It was why Emma didn't hesitate in volunteering to go with Glenn, Rosita, Daryl, Michonne, Abraham, Rick, Sasha, Aaron, Carl, and Eugene... her friends to bring Maggie to Hilltop. Maggie was having complications with her pregnancy and the last thing Emma wanted was to lose another person, a baby... a life that would be a gift to a chaotic world around them. 

They were heading for Hilltop to see the doctor there and yet fate had other plans. Each way they went was blocked off and whistling sounds came to their ears. That was when they saw a few members of the Saviour's at a few roadblocks, making it impossible for them to find a way to Hilltop as obstacles came between them. I'm not going to let Maggie and the baby die. 

When Rick suggested that Eugene take the RV and leave as a distraction, Emma agreed to his request to go with them through the woods. He believed it would be safer than trying to fight their way through other obstacles, but they needed to remain cautious of the walkers that could potentially surprise them.  "No guns. Knives only." Rick ordered, everyone nodding in agreement. 

That's when they heard whistling again and it resulted in the group picking up their pace, but they were caught off guard as lights blinded them. They were trapped with no chance of escaping without someone getting hurt, killed... or all of them, for that matter. Emma immediately scanned their surroundings and saw that the RV had been captured, Eugene on his knees in front of them. 

"Good. You made it." A figure from the shadows came into the light. "Welcome to where you're going. I'll take your weapons now."  "We can talk about this." Emma looked over at Rick as he spoke, as he tried to create a deal with the Saviour's. 

"It's not the time to talk." The man grinned, "It's time to listen." Without asking for their weapons a second time, he nodded for some of the group to remove the weapons from them. Emma's back was currently facing the RV where someone from her past was in plain sight. 

The man made everyone get on their knees in a straight line once they helped Maggie first. Emma couldn't help but notice Rick's expression of terror on his face and that was when she started to worry. He never shows fear. That's when Emma turned to face the RV as the same man approached her. "I need you on your knees." He told her, "Which is something I think a pretty thing like yourself has experience in doing, right?" It was a filthy joke that he couldn't help but laugh over. She wanted to say something and yet someone caught her eye, a man from her past she believed to be dead once the outbreak began. K... Killian?! Emma's eyes widened and she desperately wanted to run to him, to throw herself into his arms and kiss him. She couldn't. She couldn't react and risk the well-being of one of her friends. He's alive? Killian is alive?

"Let's meet the man!" That's when Emma learned the man that taunted her and the rest of her friends was only second in command to the man she heard so much about. As Emma watched the door of their RV opening and the boots of Negan coming into the light, that's when Emma finally got to put a face to the infamous name. 

"Have we pissed in our pants yet?" Negan asked with a smirk as a weapon, a bat she assumed, wrapped in some kind of wire resting on his shoulder. "Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close." He approached the group and began pacing back and forth. "It's going to be pee-pee city real soon here, I think. Which one of you pricks is the leader?" 

"This one. He's the guy." 

"You're Rick, right? I'm Negan." He smirked, "And I don't appreciate you and your friends killing my men. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is, but I think you're going to be up to speed here shortly." 

That's when Emma could feel her body shaking as she looked at Negan before glancing briefly at Killian. 

"You are so going to regret crossing me in a few minutes. This is the New World order, are you ready? Pay attention." Emma was right beside Abraham and watched as Negan brought his bat inches from Rick's face. "Give me your shit or I will kill you. Today was career day. We invested a lot so that you can know who I am," Negan grinned as he walked down the line, "and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That's your job. You built something. You thought you were safe, I get it. But the word is out, you are not safe. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don't do what I want."

Emma clenched her hands and lips together as she watched Negan walk over to Maggie. "You look shitty! I should just put you out of your misery right now." Emma closed her eyes as she heard Glenn's cry, begging Negan not to hurt her. 

"Get him back in line. Don't any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions! First one's free. It's an emotional moment, I get it." Negan paced back and forth more. "I gotta pick somebody but I simply cannot decide." 

Emma couldn't help as her body began to shake more, her eyes falling onto Killian again. 

"I got an idea!" Negan walked over to Maggie again and pointed his bat at her and continued down the line. "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Catch a tiger by... his toe. If... he hollers let him go. My mother told me to pick the very best one and you... are... it." 

It. 

Negan had ended with the bat pointing directly at Emma as she looked at him with fear in her eyes, eyes looking over at Killan as she began to shake. It was her. After everything she had been through, after fighting so long and hard to get to Killian only to see him standing on the other side of the group that surrounded them... It wasn't fair. 

"Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the other boy's eye out and feed it to his father. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you're all going to be doing that." With Negan extending his bat above Emma's head, Emma closed her eyes only to hear the bat hitting the person beside her. Abraham! 

“Look at that! Taking it like a champ!”

Emma couldn’t help but scream as she watched a man she loved like family, someone she came to respect to highly fall victim to Negan’s bat. “No! Stop it!”

[theillyrianhalfbreed-blog]

A second chance - part 1

The hallways echoed with the laughter and chatter of students as Feyre hurried towards the lecture hall. It was her first day at the Night Court Campus of Prythian University and while everyone else in her year knew the place like the back of their hand, Feyre had already gotten lost, twice. There were seven campus’s situated around the country of Prythian, the most disreputable of which being the Night Court, she had originally been accepted into the Spring Court Campus, on the other side of the country, a year before but after a recent break up with the boyfriend she still had nightmares about she had requested a transfer.

Tamlin, her ex, had locked her up, he locked her in the house while he went to a party and both Lucien and Ianthe refused to let her out. So she had requested a transfer, and she was given the Night court as her only other option, on the far side of the country. She had been accepted due to her artistic talents, something the Night Court valued highly, apparently.

Feyre hurried towards her English class, a subject she hated but unfortunately had to take. Walking into the hall she wandered up to the back, dumping her bag and pulling out a notebook and pen, she noticed quite a few students pulling out expensive looking laptops, when she had lived with Tamlin, he refused to let her get a job, claiming he could provide for everything she needed and it would be a waste of her time, so she had very little money, most of which she had used to move here. Her sister Nesta had helped, Nesta had moved to Velaris, the city The Night Court was situated in, months ago, having hated the people at the Spring Court, but Feyre definitely could not afford a laptop, she had managed to get a job at a local cafe, but that started this afternoon and would defiantly not pay for a brand-new laptop if she wanted to keep the small amount of food that was on the table.

She was staying in the provided dorms, but was yet to meet her roommate. The name on the information sheet had read Morrigan Sidra, but she was yet to show up, Feyre had arrived in her dorm two days ago and still hadn't fully unpacked, not that there was much to unpack. She had spent the days wandering the city of Velaris, particularly the artist’s quarter, fondly named The rainbow.

A cheerful 'Hello' snapped Feyre back to the present. In front of her was a golden haired woman, with a broad smile and a sparkle in her stunningly blue eyes.

“Um, Hi.”  Feyre replied, caught slightly off guard by the gorgeous woman’s arrival. The golden haired beauty just smiled wider, dropping her bag and extending her hand,

“I'm Morrigan, but you are under no obligation to ever call me that, call me Mor instead. Don’t worry about not having a computer, they’re over rated anyway, pen and paper are much more fun.”

Feyre was taken aback by the statement, processing everything until one particular detail snagged her attention, “You’re Morrigan, as in Morrigan Sidra my mysteriously absent roommate?”

Mor grinned, “Yup that’s me. You must be Feyre, Feyre Archeron. Great to meet you, I’ve been excited about having a new roommate, my roommate last year was Amren, and she is never there, I swear she turned up once, turned around and refused to step foot in the room ever again. Anyway, my cousin’s helping me move in this afternoon after classes so you won’t be lonely anymore, I haven’t seen you around, where are you from?”

Slowly warming up to Mor’s friendly personality, Feyre replied with, “I’m from the Spring Campus actually but I requested a transfer when I broke up with my boyfriend and everyone I thought was my friend decided they no longer wanted anything to do with me, other than taunt me. I got in on a scholarship for art.”

Mor grimaced, “Ouch, that’s rough. Why’d you two break up?”

Feyre should have been prepared for the question, having known it would probably come up, but she couldn’t help the panic that rose as the wave of memories came flooding back to her, the sound of glass shattering under Tamlin’s fist, the shouting over another shattered object subject to his fury. The quiet sobs in the dead of night, the pain as her heart shattered in her chest the first time he hit her, the bruises she would try so hard to cover up, the disgust crawling like bugs over her skin the first time he took without her consent. The false I love you’s whispered to a darkened room to avoid a flying fist. The locked doors and long lost friends, having to beg her estranged sisters for help, the fear of what would happen if she was refused, the tear stained letter of requesting a transfer sent in the dead of night.

Morrigan watched as Feyre drew into herself, and a pang of guilt flew briefly through her as she watched pain and fear flash in Feyre’s eyes, her eyes flicked down to the still fading bruises that encircled Feyre’s wrists. Not knowing what to say to the too-thin woman beside her Mor sat down, pulling out her books, for-going her laptop, if only to make Feyre a little more comfortable.

Desperately trying to change the subject she asked, “Do you want to sit together at lunch, my cousin would be there as well as two of his friends, they can be a bit of a handful but you have my full permission to punch them in the face if they get too annoying, my cousin included, it would be nice to have another girl around as well as Amren. I mean Amren’s alright but she’s a bit quiet, and a lot scary. She mostly just threatens Cassian and complains to Rhys but we all threaten Cassian at some point in the hour, and Rhys is the only one willing to hear her out on her list of complaints and not so diplomatic solutions.”

She felt a rush of relief as Feyre’s eyes cleared of pain and a small smirk played on Feyre’s lips. “Are you saying,” Feyre asked. “That you would like me to have lunch with a whiny idiot that everybody threatens, a scary short ass that complains endlessly, a mysterious unmentioned character, your ever patient cousin and you? Because if so then yes, I would love to.”

Feyre watched as the bubbly spirited woman burst into a full blown grin, Mor’s eyes dancing with no small amount of mirth. “I was scared you were going to reject me for a minute there. And yes you are correct about Cassian and Amren, though never call Amren ‘a scary short ass that complains endlessly’ to her face if you want your guts to remain inside your body and you like your head attached to your shoulders. As for Rhys and Azriel, well you can figure them out when you meet them.”

As Mor finished speaking, the entire hall fell into silence as the professor walked into the room. Mrs Weaver apparently. Mor winked at Feyre as she picked up her pen and the lecture began.

The lecture finally finished and it had been every bit as tedious as Feyre had expected. Gathering her stuff and shoving it in her bag, she checked her timetable. Visual Arts, than lunch. She glanced up at Morrigan, who was trying very hard to shove all her books into her bag with her bag ripping open. “Where should I meet you for lunch? If the offer to eat with you is still out there.”

Mor looked up stunned, “Damn, I had totally forgot we had another class, I’m already starving.” She huffed dramatically and shouldered the exploding bag. “Meet us on the oval, near the goals. What do you have next?”

Feyre grinned “Visual Arts, What about you?”

Mor sighed, “I have Business, I don’t know what I was doing when I signed up for it, worst subject ever! Any way the decision is long forgotten now so I have to live with the consequences. Life sucks like that.”

Feyre smirked “Yeah, it does. See you for lunch, we can complain about our crappy life decisions over some food.”

Mor grinned “I knew I liked you for a reason, see you then!”

Feyre grinned back, before joining the stream of students pushing and shoving to get out of the hall.

Art was uneventful for Feyre as they were focusing on theory for the first day and wouldn't be painting anything till next week. There had been collective groans when that announcement was made.

As Feyre walked towards the oval, nerves started to flutter around inside her, there was a group of guys finishing up what looked to be rugby training, their coach yelling things at them that no one seemed to be paying attention to. She wandered past the stands dawdling slowly over to the goal posts, her eyes on the freshly mown grass. Thoughts started swirling inside her mind, what if they didn't like her, what if Mor made a mistake asking her to lunch with them.

She was scared of their judgement, she realised, because she wanted them to like her. Even though Mor had described Cassian as whiny and insufferable she had said it with a fondness in her eyes, though she had said Amren was quiet and scary there was awe in her face, and Feyre wanted to have that. She wanted the mischievous gleam that lit up Mor’s eyes when she referred to her cousin. Feyre wanted friends, and she had liked Mor.

Something hard collided with the back of her head and sent Feyre tumbling to the ground, forcefully dragging her back to reality, then into a swirling black oblivion.

She raised her head from where it had lain in the grass the thud of impact still resounding throughout it. The world was spinning and she thought she heard Mor call her name in the distance. She sensed more than saw a large figure dropping in to a crouch beside her, large hands coming to cradle the base of her skull. Her eyes blinked slowly open, the world dropping in and out of focus at a rapid pace. “Look at me Darling, that’s it open you’re eyes,” Feyre didn't know who was speaking, but the rich male timbre kept her grounded. “Look at me Darling.” The worry in his voice forced her to look up. As she looked up she found herself looking into the eyes of the most handsome male she had ever met.

Chapter Two- Unpublished

His eyes were an impossible shade of violet, flecks of pure silver taking the appearance of starlight and the frame created by his ebony lashes creating the perfect painting, the worry shimmering behind his beautiful eyes was replaced by relief as she slowly drew herself into a sitting position. Her hand subconsciously reaching around the back of her head to where she had been hit. Her eyes dropped to her bag, her books spilling out of it. A blush spread across her cheeks when she realised she still didn't know what had happened, she opened her mouth to ask when a highly amused voice cut her off, “Congratulations Rhys, you just knocked out the one person you were so adamant on impressing.” Two large shadows fell over her, and Feyre twisted up so she could see who the voice belonged to. It was a stunning male, with a shit eating grin and a cocky posture.   He grinned down at her, eyes sparkling with an infinite amount of mischief in them, “How’d you manage to befriend Mor in one English class and put up with her blabbering without thumping her over the head with one of those massive books of yours.” He says, nodding towards the books strewn around her now empty bag. Finally finding her voice she looked up at him, then to the silent male next to him, the more classical beautiful of the two and back to the ruggedly handsome one, “How has anyone put of with you for more than five minutes without physically trying to either kill or severely injure you?” The man let out a great booming laugh as a flustered Mor ran up to them, “If Cassian’s howling I hope it mans that Feyre told him to shut his fat mouth,” Rhys let out a breathy laugh behind Feyre, drawing her attention back to him and the featherlight grip he had on her fore arm. “Now, which of you do I need to kill for the near death of my new best friend?” Mor asked, appearing very serious. Cassian snorted “That would be Rhys.”

Mor focused her worst death glare at Rhys, and then drawled. “Do you have a reason for knocking my new friend and roommate out, other than the universally known fact of your overwhelming stupidity?”

Rhys simply smirked, getting up and brushing an invisible piece off dirt from his shirt, “It’s not my fault that Feyre darling here got in the way of the ball.”

Feyre’s eyebrows shot up, her incredulous expression magnified by her outraged statement, “It is most defiantly not my fault that you threw the ball at my head, you could’ve warned me.”