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a/n: idk if these flow well lol ENJOY THOUGH

strangers to friends to lovers (imagine some time between some of the texts)

HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDD

Telling Acotar guys your ranking of high lords based on how hot they are (completely out of the blue and unprompted)

Not sure if you have seen the trend on TikTok where wives are telling their husband they can’t pay the mortgage this month and the husband is like what do you mean, you never pay. Something like that maybe where you say you can’t pay y’all’s rent this month and they are confused as hell because you never pay the rent anyway

Telling them you bought puppy but then sending a picture and there’s actually like 8 puppies

Sending a flirty pic but then saying oops wrong number

Excuse me? acotar smau

in which you send the acotar males your rankings of hottest high lords

a/n: I’m SORRYY it’s been a hot few months since you sent this and i’m very sorry it took me this long! i’ll try to do the other ideas another time! thank you for the ask and thank you @thelov3lybookworm for reviewing these!

thank you @tsunami-of-tears for the dividers

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summary: You want a one night stand with Azriel but you’re interrupted and Azrile doesn’t do girls he knows the name of

a/n: idk i actually got outta my writing slump because of @thelov3lybookworm saying smth about exams being stressful so i was gonna write smth fluffy and yeah it didn’t work out lol but…

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dividers by @uzmacchiato ty ty

When you first got the invitation to Cassian’s mating ceremony, you weren’t planning on going. Not because of anything bad, in fact your relationship with Cassian had always been wonderful, he treated you well and the two of you always found a reason to laugh. But it was never a deep relationship, you didn’t talk to eachother, in fact, you hardly knew anything about him. Your breakup had been mutual after he’d broken down in your living room, crying about things you didn’t even know he was a part of. The two of you had realized you probably weren’t right for eachother and became friends. You had monthly dinners to catch up and a wave when out on the streets.

So how did you end up here, lips pressed against the infamous shadowsinger and your former lover’s brother? 

You honestly had no idea. One second you were clapping politely as confetti fell from the sky, and the next, you were intoxicated and pinned against the wall of a random study by the most feared spy in Prythian. You weren’t even sure you’d exchanged names. And despite the rumors surrounding his love life, you felt like someone special as his hand stroked your cheek.

“Shadowsinger…” 

“Azriel,” he breathes against your lips. “Call me Azriel.”

You repeat his name softly, over and over as he kisses his way down your neck.

The study door opens and slams closed as way of announcing the entrance of two people. The two rulers of the Night Court, to be exaxt.

You, Azriel, Rhysand, and Feyre all freeze, varying shades of astonishment on each face. You let out a laugh, slightly tinged with a maniacal tone, “This is so stupid.” 

The High Lords’ lips twitch before he lets out a booming chuckle. 

Feyre and Azriel share a look, slightly embarrassed yet mildly entertained. But Azriel recovers quickly and places a hand on your back, “Wanna go back to my place?”

Feyre stares, “How are you still horny?”

He shrugs, “Been in the same room as Rhys while fucking before so it’s kinda like a blast to the past.” Rhysand’s face twists into a grimace.

You laugh. “You know, I really like you, Azriel.”

“I’m afraid to pass judgment before I know your name, so, please, do tell?” 

“Y/n.” You inform him with a soft smile.

They all stare at you. 

Azriel’s eyes widen, “You’re Y/n.”

Rhysand blinks. “Oh? You’re not quite how I imagined you.”

“Really?” Feyre asks, glancing at her mate. “This is exactly how I’d imagine her.”

“Pardon?” You’re suddenly nervous. 

“Cassian told us about you,” Azriel grumbles. His shadows swirl around him and he’s stepped back- away from you. 

You frown. “What in the world did he say?” 

Rhysand steps forward. “Just that you were a good form of release.”

You choke. “Come again?”

“That’s what he said.” Feyre grins at you.

A smile stretches across your face. You like her. “So the entire inner circle knows that I’m a good form of release?” You grin. “Personally, I would say a ‘perfect form of release.’”

Azriel’s brows raise. “Unfortunately, only Cassian can attest to that so we’ll just have to take your word for it.”

“Oh?” Mock disappointment fills your voice. “What about you? Thought you were still horny?”

Feyre’s lips twitch, Rhysand stifles a laugh.

Azriel blinks. “I know your name.”

“Glad to know you have ears.”

His eyes twinkle, “No I mean, I don’t fuck anyone I know the name of.”

“Why not? Makes it more enjoyable, you know?” You slink closer to him. “In between the moans and whimpers, you could slip in a name once or twice. Really helps a girl out.”

Azriel raises a brow. “Really? Maybe I’ll try it.” Your eyes light up triumphantly. “Y/n/nn.” He stretches out your name, speaking through a moan. His tone is soft, slightly amused, and extremely suggestive. “There, tried it. Whatcha think?”

Your mouth hangs slightly open as you come to the realization that Azriel has the sexiest voice known to man. “Ye- Yeah. Think it helps.” 

Azriel smiles, teeth flashing. “I know.” He sends a pointed look downwards, “I can smell just how much it helps.”

Your brain explodes. We’re talking downright combustion, bits of brain cells flying around with no place to go in your skull. All you manage is a small, “Oh.”

“I don’t think this was something we were supposed to witness,” Feyre mutters to Rhys.

His violet eyes sparkle, “I’m inclined to agree with you, darling, however I can’t help but be curious how this will play out.” You and Azriel stare at him, faces completely deadpan. Rhysand raises his hands. “My bad, let’s go darling, they don’t want us here.”

The second the door closes you both burst out laughing.

Yeah, you really do like this guy.

azriel taglist: @profound-imagination @lilah-asteria @stargirl1714 @hieragalbatorixdottir

a/n: help im so nervoussss TELL ME IF YOU DONT LIKE ITTT

PLEASE GIVE COMMENTS OR IDEAS IR ANYTHINGGGGG

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thank you @tsunami-of-tears for the dividers

In which reader asks for someone elses number

Azriel x reader, Cassian x reader, Rhysand x reader, Eris x reader, Lucien x reader

if u do not like one of the characters im doing just scroll past, no hate. if u want a character added just slide into my comments, inbox or dms

a/n: AHH IM POSTING TWO TIMES IN A WEEK?? unheard of. anywa PLEASE LEAVE SUGGESTIONS OR IDEAS OR SMTH. im doing my best to portray them well but constructive criticism is always welcome. MAKE SURE ITS CONSTRUCTIVE THOOO

Then, Azriel comes in. You lift your head up and mumble a greeting. Something simple like “hey love” or “missed you Az” as you turn off the music.

But something’s wrong, cause he’s looking at you all weird and ya get this feeling that he’s mad.

“What are you wearing?” Of all the things, that’s not what you expected to come out from Azriel’s mouth.

You glance down. You’re in your oversized jersey you bought from some random anime store years ago. It has some japanese characters you dont know the meaning behind and a number on the front and back.

“Uh..” You shrug. “A jersey?”

Azriel is frowning when you look up, his kissable lips in a cute little pout. “Whose is it?”

Ahhh. You see the problem. “It’s from a sports anime Az, I bought it a few years ago.”

To your utter surprise, his frown deepens. “You’re picking a 2d character over me?”

You blink. “You dont play any sports?”

Azriel finally moves from the doorway just to cross the room and plop himself down on your legs. He leans towards you. “And?”

“You dont have a jersey to wear…” You’re confused. How are you supposed to wear his jersey if all he does is go to the gym? Not that you’re complaining. Those fucking bicep pics he sends you are glorious.

Your boyfriend takes his shirt off. “Here.” He tosses it at your chest. “Put that on.” He pulls out his phone as you sit up, obediently stripping from the jersey and sliding on his shirt. You’re immediately engulfed by the smell as you take in the sight of his toned abs.

Azriel slides his phone into your hands. “Pick a color.”

He’s navigated to an amazon page with custom jerseys. He’d already put in his name and chosen the number 16. “Why 16?” you mumble.

“It’s the day I first heard of you.” He smiles. “And first saw you.”

You raise your brows, impressed, and pick a dark blue with white highlights and a purple with black highlights and hand the phone back to him.

“Nice choices.” Azriel places the order and pays. He turns towards you, hand sliding behind the back of your head and bunching the collar of your (his) shirt up, leaning you back to lie on the couch again.

“Now never wear that shitty jersey ever again.”

fin

a/n: filler chapter i’m crashing out btw idk when the next update is gonna be

summary: in which reader is an avid studier and all she does is listen to music, study, eat, and sleep. what happens when she suddenly becomes attracted to a friend of a friend, a football player no less… not just any footballer, the quarterback that every girl fawns over

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summary: in which reader is an avid studier and all she does is listen to music, study, eat, and sleep. what happens when she suddenly becomes attracted to a friend of a friend, a football player no less… not just any footballer, the quarterback that every girl fawns over

a/n: GUYS HOLY SHIT I DID NOT EXPECT THIS MUCH SUPPORT THANK YOU!!

This part has writing so be careful!!

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