I wanna kiss his stomach.

(affirming myself in the mirror) if that fictional man was real he would fuck you. He would fuck you. You're his exact type. If he saw you he'd get a boner instantly. He would fuck you he would fu

Fuck, man.

I don’t know how else to convey this, and the sentence sounds so casual but he truly was a real one. People with his kind of talent, so natural and such a genuine human being, don’t come by often. Glad we had at least had him, this is very devastating news. At least he’s with his dad, RIP Angus Cloud.

Azriel x reader

Summary: part 3 to the prettiest girl after 7 billion years

Warnings: mentions of Elain’s depression after transitioning, cheating, verbal fights, swearing

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You sat on the floor of the bathroom, knees pulled up to your chest with your head buried in them as you tried to calm your breathing.

Azriel kissed Elain. Azriel just kissed Elain in front of you. Your mate just kissed another woman in front of you.

‘I’ve been waiting for you to do that since yesterday,’ Elain’s words rang in your ears. How long had this been going on? And why didn’t Azriel just break up with you instead of embarrassing you in front of your own family, instead of subjecting you to the sight of the love of your life kissing another woman?

Is she better than me? Am I simply not good enough? Not even for my own mate?

Your breathing grew erratic the more questions popped into your head and the more you contemplated them. Outside, you could hear everyone ganging up on Azriel, yelling at him and telling him how disappointed they were in him. You knew Elain would be getting the same treatment but it wasn’t her you were pissed at. Azriel should have known better than to pursue another while still in a relationship.

Standing up from your sitting position, you went and stood in front of the mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy, cheeks tear-stained, streaks of black running down your face. You rinsed your face with cold water, immediately feeling a little bit better. Unfortunately, no amount of cold water would fix the pain in your chest.

Taking a deep breath and bracing yourself, you slowly turned the knob and stepped out of the bathroom. You didn’t want to see him but needed to give him a piece of mind.

“Y/n,” Azriel breathed when he saw you walk into the living room. His own cheeks were tear-stained, regret in his eyes. Rhys and Cassian stood in front of him, disapproving looks on their faces. Nesta stood next to Azriel, sending scornful looks his way while Feyre tried to somehow bring the situation under control.

Elain was standing off to the side with Mor and Amren who were no doubt making sure she wouldn’t try to flee the room.

“Get out,” you said, your voice void of emotion.

Azriel winced at your tone and hurt took over his face. “What?” He whispered.

You swallowed thickly, every instinct in your body telling you to reach out and do something to make that look, the tears on his face, go away. But then again, he was the cause of this.

“I said, get out,” you snarled.

“Y/n, if we can just talk about this,” he tried to reason.

“Talk? Now you wanna talk?” You took a few steps forward, unrestrained rage flowing through your nerves at the audacity this man had. “Okay then, let’s talk,” you crossed your arms across your chest. “Tell me Azriel, why did you kiss Elain?” You demanded.

He stared at your face, wide-eyed and unable to conjure up a response.

You scoffed in disbelief. “Tell me what is it about her that was worth jeopardizing our relationship?” You yelled. “What, am I not good enough? Did I not please you the right way? Did I not take care of you the way you wanted? Am I not pretty enough for you? Am I not hot enough?”

“Y/n stop,” Azriel gulped.

“What? You wanted to talk, so talk.” Your voice rose with each word, more of that rage seeping into your brain and making you see red. “Why did you kiss Elain?” You asked again.

“I don’t know!” He finally yelled. “I don’t know why I kissed her. It was a mistake and I regret it and I’m so sorry that I hurt you, Y/n,” Azriel pleaded, eyes filling with tears and he walked past his brothers and closer to you.

“Please just listen to me,” he tried to reach out for you but you stepped away from his touch. The agony on his face was enough to make your own eyes fill with tears. This was killing him as much as it was killing you but he shouldn’t have done what he did.

“Get out, Azriel. Don’t show me your face again,” you said in a low voice but to Azriel, it was the loudest thing he’d heard. Your words echoed in his mind, his eyes widened and the dam broke. But he knew you were right. What he did was unforgivable and he understood you never wanted to see him again.

Azriel looked to the floor and simply nodded, sniffling as he muttered one last “I’m sorry” before walking out of the house.

As soon as Azriel left, Nesta, Mor, Feyre, Cassian, and Rhysand’s harsh gazes turned towards Elain.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Nesta yelled.

Elain looked at her with the doe eyes that made men fall to their knees, which would have made old Nesta give in and forgive Elain. However, it only pissed this Nesta off.

“That look isn’t going to help you. Didn’t you for one second stop to think he was in a relationship before pursuing him?” Mor demanded.

“He kissed me!” Elain pathetically defended.

“You didn’t stop it,” Cass objected.

“And he must have had the clearance from you for him to kiss you like that,” Rhys challenged.

“I don’t know,” Elain whispered. “I found him attractive since the first time I met him in the mortal lands and when I became fae, he started showing some interest in me, taking care of me, and helping with my depression, so I though why not?”

“Why not? Why not? Because he was in a fucking relationship why not!” Nesta exploded. “Did I seriously make you that blind to the world that you couldn’t see what you were destroying by being so selfish!”

“Well, congratulations, Elain. Not only have you ruined your relationship with your own mate, you just ruined Y/n’s with hers,” Mor scoffed.

Elain’s head shot up with a horrified look on her face.

“A-Azriel is your mate?” She directly addressed you where you sat on the sofa, digesting what was happening, not even paying attention to your family attacking Elain.

You swallowed thickly and nodded.

Elain broke down, sobbing into her hands as the full force of what she had hit her.

“I am so sorry, Y/n. I don’t know what I was thinking and it was stupid, I’m sorry,” she sobbed.

“Yeah well sorry doesn’t fix it, now does it?” You said with venom in your voice.

Taking a deep breath you stood up and faced Rhys and Feyre.

“Is it okay if I sleep here tonight? I don’t wanna go home and see him,” you asked.

“Of course,” Rhys gave you a kind smile and Feyre stepped to you to wrap you up in a hug.

One by one, everyone did, showing their support and telling you they were there for you. You thanked them and headed upstairs to the room where sleep would never find you. Not with the cold, empty side of the bed next to you where his toned body would usually be. Not without the blanket of his wings to keep you warm and the sound of his voice to lull you to sleep.

The next morning you woke up more tired than you had been last night after everything. Most of your night was spent crying, swimming in a pool of insecurities and self doubt, thinking about what your relationship had been like, what it could’ve been like. All the thoughts eventually put you into a fitful sleep and you woke up the next morning to an empty bed next to you.

It took you a moment to recall everything that had happened, reaching out on the other side of bed where Azriel would normally be but finding it cold and empty giving you a reality check.

You sat up in bed, groaning, wanting to stay in bed all day without eating, drinking water or talking to anyone. But you sighed, getting up and heading downstairs to the kitchen to stop the incessant growling in your stomach.

“Morning, sweetie,” Feyre greeted with a sympathetic smile.

You groaned in response.

“Aren’t you a little ray of sunshine in the mornings,” Cassian commented which earned him a glare from you.

You went to make yourself some coffee.

“How are you feeling?” Rhys asked.

“Like shit,” you replied.

“Understandably so,” he nodded. “So what are your plans for today? Are you going to talk to him?”

Feyre slapped her mate’s hand, silently scolding him for being pushy.

“I need to go back to the townhouse, get my stuff from there,” you said.

“Where are you going to be staying?” Nesta asked.

“Well, here of course,” Rhysand answered.

“Actually,” you cut in. “I was thinking about getting my own place. That way I won’t disrupt any of yours’ privacy but I can still see all of you when I want,” you reasoned.

“And I don’t want to accidentally run into you,” you said after a pause.

Rhys frowned but nodded. “Cassian will fly you to the townhouse after breakfast.” He said.

Cassian grinned, sending a wink your way that pulled a small but genuine smile from you.

“You ready?” Cassian asked.

He had flown you to the townhouse outside of which the two of you had been standing for the last fifteen minutes. You simply stared at the door, not having it in you to enter your own house. Every couple of minutes or so, Cassian would ask you if you were the ready and the response would always be-

“No,” you sighed. “This is useless. Let’s go back to the Moonstone Palace. Maybe we can come back when he’s on a mission or something, so I know for sure he isn’t at home.”

You turned around to leave but Cassian grabbed you by the shoulders, turning you back towards the door.

“Y/n, I understand this is difficult, but you need to do it sooner or later and the sooner you get it done, the better it will be for both of you,” he explained.

You slightly nodded, knowing he was right.

“Okay,” you exhaled and finally stepped in that door.

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Coming Home - Bonus Chapter 1 - Starfall

Azriel x Reader

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Chaos.

The place was in absolute chaos. Rhys had gone all out for Starfall this year. Or maybe Mor was behind the grandiose decorations, the mammoth spread of food and drink – the additional guests who certainly hadn’t been present last year.

Azriel didn’t know what was wrong with himself; why he couldn’t get in the spirit of the occasion. He didn’t know why he’d barely mingled for an hour or two before skulking off on his own to brood and–

Actually – that was bullshit. He knew perfectly well what was wrong with him. The reason behind his weighing thoughts was only a level beneath him, her trilling laughter floating up from the balcony below. 

His First Thoughts When He Sees You

Harry: Gryffindor, halfblood, same year

That girl over there is staring at me. I wonder if she can tell that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing here. That would be super embarrassing if she can tell. She has an owl too. Maybe I should just ask her where I'm supposed to be going. She very pretty, but I don't even know how to start up a conversation with her. Now she's walking toward me. Is she really coming over to speak to me? Now she's talking and I'm just grinning like an idiot. Stop smiling Harry.

Ron: Ravenclaw, muggleborn, year above

Why is this girl yelling at me? I don't think I've ever met her before. I would remember if I met someone that looked like her. Did I do something wrong lately? I'm always doing something wrong so it wouldn't surprise me. Maybe she should stop yelling. I'm sure she would look a whole lot prettier if she just smiled. This is new. Girls like that don't usually talk to me even if it is yelling. Fred and George are going to lose their shit when they hear about this.

Draco: Slytherin, pure, year below

I remember my first time here when everything was so new. She looks like a first year. Her robes are a little too long and she has way too many books in that backpack of hers. She hasn't learned that we have more than enough time in between classes to go back and get some of our other things. She's going to trip on those robes if she doesn't get them shortened. I wonder if she's heard anything about me. I would really like for her to get a chance to know the real me. But first impressions are the ones that always last, right? Maybe I should do something nice then. Something like catch her before she falls face first onto this very hard floor.

George: Slytherin, halfblood, same year

Would it be weird if I followed her around the store? Would she think I was a stalker or something, because I'm not. But if she thought that, there wouldn't be much time for me to explain myself. There's too many people in here for her to notice me. Now I just need a reason to talk to her. Maybe I'll ask where something is so she can show it to me even though I already know where everything in this store is, but she doesn't have to know that, right?

Fred: Gryffindor, pureblood, 2 years below

I've seen her talking to Ron a couple of times, but I've never talked to her before. I've always wanted to, but I end up getting nervous. Wait, is she crying? She doesn't deserve to be crying. I want to make everything alright for her. Okay Fred you're going to walk over there and make sure everything is okay with her. Then you're going to start up a conversation with her and it's going to be fantastic.

Cedric: Hufflepuff, muggleborn, same year

Wow she looks really familiar, but I can't remember where I know her from. Maybe I've seen her around school, but that can't be true. What's the chances of that happening? I think her sister is the one that's talking to my sister. Maybe that can give me the opportunity to talk to her. She's beautiful and I already know I'm going to make a complete fool of myself. Just breathe Cedric, everything is going to be okay.

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𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝗢𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗧𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗜𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗠𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 (𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗬𝗠) 𝗖𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗠𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘆 𝗧𝗼 𝗣𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘀

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝗨𝗽𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲

summary: . . . After Eddie cheats on you, you’re left to pick up the pieces of your own broken heart. But there’s a funny thing about grief, regardless of how challenging it may be, you can always overcome it. Can your relationship?

series warnings: angst, infidelity, mentions of past fluff, self-discovery, healing

a/n: imma be real, ain’t no way I can fix To Pieces in just a single part two (that isn’t over 10k word count wise) without it being rushed, forced, and leaving much to be desired (we know our worth around here so we don’t just take back boys who cheat after they say sorry and shed a couple of tears and I’m squinting at you if you’re doing it in real life, kings and queens and other members of the monarchy) so here is a directory for yet another (damn it) series. I’m not sure if it’s going to be a reconciliation fix-it fic yet, so stick around and find out with me!

TO PIECES

DEPRESSION

ANGER

DENIAL

BARGAINING

ACCEPTANCE

cards against humanity - steddie 😜 edition

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'86, baby!

it’s all in the details, baby

SHADOWHUNTERS 1.04 | RAISING HELL

Matthew Lillard as Tim LaFlour Senseless (1998) dir. by Penelope Spheeris

— Emmett “Light of my Life and lightning fast with the ASL” Bledsoe