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anonymous asked:

Any fics that have kinks throughout? Longer ones. I know I read one a few years ago where it had heavy bdsm elements and was really well written but I've never found it since

You Are the Blood : A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.

Kinks include: Dom/Sub, Threesome, exhibitionism, bondage 

May We Stay Lost On Our Way HomeHarry thought he had a handle on things. He hasn’t gotten papped in over a month, even the most zealous of fans have given up on finding his location, the Fortress is starting to look hospitable, and Niall just learned how to make shrimp bisque. Even having a massive crush on a gorgeous mythical woodland creature was working out for him.

Kinks include: Daddy, Dom/Sub, outdoor sex, mythical kinks (wings)

You’ll Breathe Me In (You Won’t Release)AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who’s really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

Kinks include: Daddy, Dom/Sub, collaring, exhibitionism, bondage, punishment, orgasm denial

WARNING: If the age difference will bother you, just don’t fucking read the fic. I don’t want anyone to bitch about this

Strawberry Milk Series : Au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him

Kinks include: Daddy, Dom/Sub, Feminization 

WARNING: MENTION OF RAPE AND ABUSE  

Switch Out The Batteries : Two years after meeting in a sex shop, Harry’s just returning to Louis from a month-long tour in the States, and they come up with a wholesome bonding exercise.

Kinks include: Daddy, Dom/Sub, humiliation, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, bondage 

WARNING: This is more so a pwp but it’s long and the best smut of my life

Am I aloud to rec my own fic?? Because I’m gonna do it????

The Night Sky is Changing Overhead : Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café.

Kinks include: Daddy/Princess, Dom/Sub, collaring, choking, lingerie, bondage, exhibtitionism 

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FIFTY MOST READ LOUIS & HARRY FICS OF 2015

  1. Escapade by dolce_piccante
  2. Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante
  3. And Then A Bit by infinitelymint
  4. Four’s Company by vampire_angel_z
  5. Wild And Unruly by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews
  6. Unbelievers by isthatyoularry
  7. As You Are by zarah5
  8. Gods & Monsters by Velvetoscar
  9. Let’s Fall In Love In A Place You Want To Stay by embro
  10. Want You More Than A by TheCellarDoor
  11. The Dead Of July by whimsicule
  12. Butterfly Gun by eravain
  13. Always Come Back To You by whoknows
  14. I Only Ever Want You by itsmiz
  15. You’re An Asshole (But I Love You) by theboyfriendstagram
  16. Led By Your Beating Heart by missandrogyny
  17. Let Me Make A Thing Of Cream And Stars by missandrogyny
  18. Loving You Is Free by littlelouishiccups
  19. One Direction One Shot Collection (Volume II) by purpleeyestellies
  20. In Dreams bu dolce_piccante
  21. Louis Love by OhSlashy
  22. Bring Your Body Baby (I Could Bring You Fame) by theboyfriendstagram
  23. Leave It To The Breeze by hattalove
  24. Nobody Shines The Way You Do by wildestdreams
  25. Just A Feeling by whoknows
  26. Marking Up The Atmosphere by acidveins
  27. You Drive Me Round The Bend by TheCellarDoor
  28. Hand Over by crybaby
  29. Bite Me by happilylarry
  30. Every Arrow That I Aim Is True by estrella30
  31. May We Stay Lost On Our Way Home by LoadedGunn
  32. After Hours by Velvetoscar
  33. You Take Me Over, You’re The Magic In My Veins by supernope
  34. Both Showing Hearts by kiwikero
  35. Don’t Tell The Gods (We Left A Mess) by bottomlinsons
  36. (Your Heartbeat) Rang True Inside My Bones by flimsy
  37. In Vogue by otpwhatever
  38. Walk My Days On A Wire by sunshiner
  39. Back To The Beginning by LHStylinson
  40. Indestructible by whoknows
  41. Dreaming Of You by Velvetoscar
  42. Untangle Me by suicxne
  43. Burn To Ash by bethaboo
  44. Outwit, Outplay, Outlast by dancesongsoul, lookatyourchoices
  45. Take My Hand (And My Heart And Soul) by bananasandboots
  46. Give You My Fever by beautlouis
  47. So Grab Your Passport And My Hand by infinitelymint 
  48. Sweet, Where You Lay by infinitelymint
  49. We Can Take The Long Way Home by eleadore
  50. A Little Trouble Never Hurt Nobody by sweaterpawstyles

Post 4/? of the Louis & Harry Fic History series

Undiscovered

Undiscovered by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader x Sam

Sam, Dean, and Reader seek shelter in a storm, and find solace in each other.

Warnings: Inspired by Season 12, Episode 9, but no specific spoilers. EXPLICIT SMUT. Threesome (NO WINCEST), Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Fingering, Dirty talk, Language, Alcohol.

Word Count: 4068 | On AO3

This was inspired by an idea from my Over 30 sisters & my impulsive purchase of a J2 Sandwich photo opp for Seacon in April. Ahhh! I’m freakin out! :) Enjoy! 

Our boots crunched on the wet leaves as we moved quickly through the forest. The overcast sky and misting rain didn’t help since we were already cold in thin, gray jumpsuits. I shivered as I followed close behind Dean, Sam behind us with the stolen gun.

Suddenly we reached a clearing and I could see the outline of a small building. As we approached Sam and I kept lookout, and Dean went up to jimmy the door of the cabin. After looking inside a window, he stepped back and kicked the door in. Sam and I followed him inside, looking quickly behind us before barricading the cabin with a heavy dresser.

The cabin was dark inside with half of the windows boarded up, and the hodgepodge of furniture collected like dusty landmines. The earthy scent of rain and old firewood smoke filled the air. We spread out around the one room, searching boxes and crates. Sam banged open a rusty metal filing cabinet on the far wall, and laughed shortly as he saw what was inside.

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Cold

Note: FAIR WARNING: I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE I WENT WITH THIS.. I sat down and typed this out. I have a little writers block right now (CAN YOU TELL? THIS IS HORRIBLE) and did not want to ruin a request! maybe leave some feedback, i love seeing your nice messages! (seriously, it’s so cute) ♥ .c

Originally posted by thesoldierchildren


You were shivering from head to toe, dragging your weapons along with you as your boots dug into the thick blanket of snow beneath you. You were pissed off, soaking wet, and you couldn’t feel most of your body. If your teeth weren’t chipped and cracked from slamming together so violently, you’d have to thank your bloodlines for your strong teeth genes.

Bucky followed beside you, guilt set on his features. You were done biting your tongue.

“You almost cost us the mission.” You said through chattering teeth, darting your eyes around the forest. There was nothing but snow falling, endless miles of large trees, and harsh winds biting at your already freezing skin.

Bucky sighed heavily beside you and adjusted his gun on his shoulder, his eyebrows creased. “Don’t you think I know that already?” He shot back, his eyes landing on your smaller and shorter frame. He frowned as he saw the light blue tint of your lips.

You swallowed thickly. “I know you do. I mean, who tries to shoot a suicide bomber? And pushes their teammate into a freezing pond?” You questioned loudly, your breath came out in a puff of fog in the freezing weather.

You looked up at Bucky, his hair was blowing in the wind, any other time it would’ve made you melt. That was hard when you were freezing your ass off. You could see a little bit of blood coming from his head, trickling down his cheek from a previous encounter with a guard.

“I didn’t know there was a bomb in his backpack, Y/N! I didn’t even see the pond; I was too focused on keeping you safe!” Bucky shouted back as he stopped walking. He felt bad for messing everything up, and he felt worse as he watched you hug yourself like you were about to turn to a frozen lump of flesh. Which you were.

You slowed down and turned to face Bucky. “We don’t need to stop. No thanks to you, the map is frozen solid in my back pocket and my comm is somewhere deep in the snow. Not to mention, I can’t feel most of my body.” You said lowly, keeping your gaze harsh and set on Bucky’s.

Bucky frowned and looking around the forest, hoping he’d spot a little cabin far away from here. Surely if there’s a HYDRA base not too far, there was an old hide out they used to lay low. Question is, would it be empty?

You shivered once again and tried to warm yourself up a little bit by rubbing your hands up and down your arms quickly. Letting out a frustrated sigh when your attempts failed, you continued walking. Bucky followed after you, the only sounds coming from either one of you were heavy breaths and the sound of crunching snow beneath your boots.

After another ten minutes of walking aimlessly around the forest, you happened upon a small cabin. You could hear Bucky’s sigh of relief and victory as you neared the area. “Stay back, I’m gonna check it out.” Bucky ordered, sliding his gun off of his shoulder and holding it up in front of him.

You rolled your eyes but stayed put, watching Bucky scope out the outside area before walking up the wooden steps to the front door. He peeked inside the glass oval design and moved away afterwards, turning the door knob. Seeing that it was frozen shut, he knocked his body against it and shoved it open.

You waited as patiently as you could while Bucky checked around the cabin, making sure it was free of danger. A sigh fell from your lips as you looked around you, taking in the place. It seemed quite peaceful and old. The sun was setting and you knew the temperature was going to drop even lower by nightfall.

Bucky’s body appeared at the front door and he motioned for you to come inside. You shivered still as you walked up the staircase, the faint smell of cedar filling your nostrils. You kicked the door shut as your eyes took in the interior. It was dusty and you could feel the heavy weight of old memories and human activity lingering in the air.

You pursed your lips and looked at Bucky. “It’ll work, but what are we supposed to do about the mission? Finding our way back home?” You questioned, sitting down on a chair near the door. You set your weapons down on the floor and watched Bucky slide his boots off, easily kicking them to the side.

He sighed heavily and slipped off his coat, hanging it on the dusty coat rack. “I don’t know, Y/N. What I do know is that you need a warm bath.” Bucky said as he bent down to help you take off your boots. You could barely feel the movement against you. Had you not been watching it, your brain wouldn’t have picked up the contact.

Bucky slid off your soaking wet sock and gasped as he saw the purple and blue tints of your foot, his flesh hand rubbing against you. “Y/N, I-” Bucky was speechless. He had no idea it was this bad. You gulped and worked on taking off your other boot, your cold hands shaking slightly. “Don’t worry about it.” You whispered, dropping your boot on the floor. Snow fell off it and melted onto the wooden floorboards.

If you didn’t get warm soon, you’d definitely lose a foot. You stood up on your feet and tried to walk, but since you couldn’t exactly feel them, you stumbled over, only to be caught by Bucky’s arms. 

You gasped as you quickly looked up at him and breathed out. “Thanks. I’m-uh-I can’t walk.” You whispered, trying to get out of Bucky’s hold. He gently bent down and moved to pick you up bridal style, carrying you up the staircase. You would’ve objected and acted stubborn, forcing your body to move up the stairs.

But you stayed still, the warmth radiating off of Bucky’s body drew you in. His arms held you close and you could smell his sweat and iron from his small cut on his head. You didn’t mind it, you quite liked the way he smelled. Bucky smirked as he noticed you staring. 

“It’s rude to stare, Y/N.” He murmured as he turned into the bathroom. You quickly looked away and were thankful your body was too cold for heat to rise into your cheeks. Bucky sat you down on the closed toilet and stood there awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You watched as the gears in his brain shifted around, he couldn’t figure out how to word what he wanted to say. You caught on quickly as his eyes fell to your soaked pants. You tucked your lips between your teeth and nodded gently. “You can help me.” You said softly, again thanking your cheeks for not turning red.

Bucky sighed out and you unbuttoned your pants with numb fingers, finding it hard once you got to the zipper. “Here.” Bucky mumbled, sinking onto his knees in front of you. You watched his long, slender fingers pull your zipper down. His fingers moved to your sides and you lifted up enough for him to slide them down your legs. 

You hissed as the slightly frozen material scratched at your skin. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Bucky whispered, chanting his apology until he pulled them over your feet. You settled on the toilet top and sighed shakily. “It’s f-f-ine.” You shivered again, feeling even colder, if that were possible.

Bucky stood up and dropped your pants down on the floor near his feet. You lifted your arms as Bucky peeled off your shirt and you gasped at the cool air, goosebumps burning your skin. “I didn’t mean to make you f-feel bad.” You whispered, folding your arms over your chest.

A sigh fell from Bucky’s lips as he turned to turn the tub on. Thankfully, the water still pumped. He felt the warm water kick in and flicked the droplets off his hand before turning back to you. “It’s okay. We’ll talk about it later.” Bucky said with a small smile.

You smiled back and reached for his hands. You held onto Bucky’s shoulders and his hands fiddled with your bra clasp before pulling away from you. You swallowed nervously and let your arms down, your bra sliding off your arms and to the floor. Bucky inhaled deeply and let his fingers glide down your sides before slipping them into the waistband of your panties. Pulling them off, you kicked them from your ankles.

“I-I need help getting in.” You whispered, staring down at your discolored, frozen feet. Bucky nodded and picked you up bridal style again before taking you over to the half full tub. He gently set you in and you gasped at the sudden warmness. 

Bucky set you down and you sighed at the warm water, leaning back against the porcelain tub. You looked up at Bucky, keeping your arms over your chest. “Thank you.” You said with a small smile. Bucky scratched the back of his neck and nodded. “I’m gonna make up the bed and try to find some blankets.” He said lowly before taking his leave.

You relaxed in the warm water, and slowly but surely felt the numbness start to go away. Thoughts about Bucky came to your mind. You felt bad for how you snapped at him earlier, and you couldn’t help but realize how much you like him, even more than before. Your feelings started a few months after you were recruited.

It was rough at first; opening up to everyone. Then one night, Bucky found you on the roof of the tower, and you both talked about your pasts and they’re quite similar. You fell hard and fast for Bucky. It scared you. You weren’t sure how to deal with your feelings for him, because what if he didn’t feel the same way?

What if he did but wasn’t ready for that? It was selfish of you to want him to be, so you hid your feelings and let it go. But when Tony told you that you’d be going on a mission with Bucky, and only Bucky, you became anxious.

But rather than the mission going smoothly, you ended up here. It wasn’t Bucky’s fault and he was trying to help you, after all. You sighed and felt your body heat return, so you stood from the bath and drained it before getting out. You searched for a towel and found an old one under the sink cabinet.

You wrapped it around yourself and shivered once again at the chilly air as you left the bathroom. There was a light coming from a room at the end of the hallway, and you figured that was the bedroom Bucky was in. You approached the door and looked inside, watching Bucky make the bed. It didn’t look that disgusting, so you figured it would do. Nobody has been here for a long time.

Bucky looked up at the door and smiled when he saw you. You walked in and held the towel tightly around your body. “I couldn’t find any clothes, so I’ll let you use my shirt. If-if that’s okay with you?” Bucky cautiously asked, his eyes staying on yours.

You nodded and licked your lips, feeling the warmth in them again. “That’s fine. But, what about you?” You asked quietly. Bucky waved his hand at you and crossed around the bed to meet you. “I always sleep shirtless.” He said with a smile. His fingers hooked underneath the hem of his shirt and he pulled his over his head, mindful of his wound.

He gave you his shirt and left the room, letting you change. Quickly dropping your towel, you pulled Bucky’s shirt over your body, instantly catching a whiff of his deodorant and a hint of his cologne. You felt a little exposed without underwear on, even if his shirt was way past your mid-section, but you had no choice. 

You walked out of the bedroom and went back to the bathroom, searching for anything to clean Bucky’s cut. You searched all of the drawers and came across some cleaning wipes and band-aids. You smiled and set them on the sink, turning to call out for Bucky.

“Bucky? Can you come here?” You called from the bathroom door, looking down the hallway. You could hear his footsteps rush up the staircase and his body emerge from the corner. He hurried over to you and looked you up and down. “What’s the matter?” He asked softly, reaching his hand out to your arm. 

You smiled and pulled him inside of the bathroom. “You took care of me, so let me take care of you.” You said softly, moving him to sit on the toilet top. “Y/N, you don’t have to.” Bucky chuckled, watching you tear open a cleaning wipe and a band-aid. “I want to.” You said as you walked over to him.

Bucky sighed and nodded, his eyes falling to your figure in his shirt. His eyes fell to your legs and back up to your face. You couldn’t hide the blush anymore, but you still ignored it. You gently moved Bucky’s hair off of his forehead and gently wiped away the dried blood. 

You were focused on his wound, but still noticed Bucky’s eyes staring intently on yours. A smirk formed on your lips and you grabbed the band-aid, tearing off the seals and gently putting it over the cut. 

“It’s rude to stare, Bucky.” You said with a smile. Bucky cleared his throat and took a deep, shaky breath. “Sorry. Let’s get to bed.” He said lowly, standing from his seat. You nodded and walked beside Bucky to the bedroom. It was still pretty chilly and you shivered lightly, holding your arms to your chest.

You pulled the blankets back on your side and saw Bucky pick up a pillow. “What are you doing?” You asked, getting into the bed. Bucky looked at you with raised eyebrows. “Oh, I was gonna sleep on the couch downstairs.” He said bashfully, his hair falling to frame his face. “You can sleep here, there’s enough room.” You said, patting the spot next to you.

Bucky chuckled softly and tossed the pillow back down. He slipped into bed and you lied down on your back, sighing softly. The room was silent for a few moments and you noticed it was finally dark outside. You could hear the wind blowing harshly against the cabin and it made you shiver again.

“Are you still cold?” Bucky questioned, leaning up on his elbow. He looked over at you and you nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be okay though.” You whispered, pulling the blankets up to your shoulders. 

“I’m not gonna let you freeze, Doll.” Bucky reached his arm over to you, letting it slither around your waist. You gasped as he pulled you to his body and your arms were the only thing blocking your chests from being pressed together. Bucky’s skin was warm and you sighed at the feeling of it. 

You blushed again and snuggled closer into Bucky’s chest. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, staring at Bucky’s chin. He smiled and you felt his thumb trace circles on your side. “If I had to be stuck in the middle of nowhere again, in a miracle cabin, I’d want it to be you.” He whispered, pressing his lips against your forehead.

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you lifted your head up to look at Bucky. His eyes met yours and your reached your hand up to rest on his cheek. His stubble tickled your palm and you saw the corner of his lips twitch, a smile threatening to spread across his plump lips. 

Your eyes traveled along his face and you leaned closer, looking up into his eyes, asking for permission. Bucky smiled just before closing the distance between your lips. You hummed against him and his hand pulled you onto him as he turned onto his back.

Bucky’s hands squeezed your waist and you deepened the kiss, letting your hands tangle into his hair. Bucky’s arms circled over your back, keeping you tight against his chest. His tongue poked out against your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, meeting your tongue with his, easily being dominated by his.

You both pulled away for air after a few moments and you giggled, hiding your face in Bucky’s neck. “It was worth it.” You said through your giggles. “What was?” Bucky questioned softly, his hands squeezing your sides. “Being pushed into a freezing cold pond.” You replied, sighing as you made yourself comfortable on his chest.

Bucky chuckled again and cradled your head with his metal hand. “I’m sorry about that.” Bucky said, kissing your head. You shrugged gently and smiled. 

“Like I said…worth it.”

Note: I don’t know how I feel about this. It might not even make sense. feedback is welcome, like always! .c

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We were on our way home from D.C. and somewhere in the hellscape of Ohio we saw a Jesus billboard that was like “if u die today r u gonna go to hell?” And it had a number on the bottom so we called it to ask them

Two Of Us - Take 24
The Beatles
Two Of Us - Take 24

PAUL: Okay, “two of us riding nowhere” that’s as if…we’re like…two, but then “we’re on our way home” 

JOHN: It’s like we’re like a couple of queens.

PAUL: Yeah. Well, you know. Well, I mean, that’s… 

JOHN: We’re a couple of queens…

PAUL: That’s just too bad. Unless you want to get Paul and Paula in. Poetic license, John.

JOHN: You’re telling me, Paul.

The Hideout (Happy x Reader)

I wrote this earlier in the week and forgot about it. Here y’all go my lovelies <3 

WARNINGS: Language & Explicit Content (Smut)

Originally posted by lolsthecat

Originally posted by canadaloveselena

Playlist: Safari - Jidenna

There was only one rule at the Hideout; no problems. In order to step into the building, you had to leave all issues and affiliations at the door. The Hideout was common ground, an in-between, a meeting place. All gangs of every kind were welcome. On the condition that you didn’t bring your violence inside with you. Once you were outside the front doors, well – that was a whole other story.

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day trips | cole sprouse

a/n: apparently you like cole one shots so i will deliver! a/n: apparently you like cole one shots so i will deliver!

prompts 6 “stop looking at me like that & 13 “i can’t believe you talked me into this”

“you excited?” cole teases as we drive to our secret location “i can’t believe you talked me into this” i complain rolling my eyes.

cole had managed to talk me into modelling for him and i was extremely nervous, you never consider yourself very photogenic and you would almost never let cole shoot you it was always you taking photos of him.

you’d know each other for years yet everytime he begged he was always unsuccessful but this time something was different when he asks so you decided to give the poor boy a shot.

you were now sitting in the passenger seat of Coles jeep driving to what he likes to call his ‘secret location’. after 20 minutes of guessing and begging him to tell me where we were going he just replied with “it’s a surprise”.

“you know i hate surprises” i complain dropping my bottom lip at him “oh god please don’t look at me like that you know how i feel about that” he warns

i batter my eye lids and fake sniffling and i can see him fighting with himself to not look and give in “stoppppp” he drags out the ‘p’ and fake whines.

i break character and place me feet up on the dash my long legs catching some sun “you suck” i tell him grabbing my phone and switching the song.

i glance at the window as we head through fields “where the hell are we cole?” i ask slightly worried at the lack of life. “you’ll see” he smirks.

i take a few pictures on my phone before i find myself feeling more at ease with the whole idea, i catch cole staring at me in the corner of my eye as my hair whips around my face in the wind.

after a few more minutes we pull into a dirt park and we hop out, i glance around breathless “it’s beautiful” i mumble glancing at the scenery taking in the smell the sound and the atmosphere.

i hear the clicks of a camera but im too engrossed in the surroundings “i know” i hear him replying snapping pictures of me.

“so?” i ask shyly turning to face him “what do i do?”

i scuff my cons in the dirt and he chuckles at my awkwardness

“here” he chuckles grabbing my hand and walking me over the small hill to reveal a field of flowers and overgrown grass.

“just explore and ill take some pictures and then ill take you into the field okay?” i nod fiddling with the ends of my cardigan.

i do as cole says and take in all my surrounds reaching out and feeling the small leaves in my hands frolicking around the fields glancing back every so often to make sure coles still trailing behind me.

“okay let’s sit you here” he reaches out he’s hand and i take it stepping over a patch of flowers i sit where he instructs “okay and just pose ill take a few shots and see what the look like”

he starts off at a distance snapping photos and then inching closer to me “your doing really good” he mumbles letting me know that im doing something right.

i remove my cardigan leaving me in my white sundress, he lowers the camera and stares at me as i fiddle with my hair. i blush as he refuses to break eye contact “cole!” i complain “don’t look at me like that- it’s making me nervous-” i giggle nervously.

he snaps out of his daze licking his lips “sorry- uh maybe you should put the jacket back on-” he stutters clearing his throat, i look at him puzzled.

“what? too much skin” i tease pulling my hair to one side “yes a lot i it’s distracting” he finishes his Adam’s apple bobbling.

i let out a giggle my cheeks turning red as i clutch my stomach “are you laughing at me?” he asks the camera clicking “yes” i reply trying to catch my breathe.

i can hear his laughs as he moves his angle taking more photos before moving closer i lift my dress up a little further up my thigh and i see his eyes dart to my fingers before trying to look anywhere but my legs.

“your such a tease” he mumbles almost inaudible “what was that sprouse?”

“tilt your head a little and maybe play with your hair” i roll my eyes and follow his instructions noticing the redness tinting on he’s cheeks.

after another 20 or so minutes he finally told me i could have a break, i stood slowly brushing myself down getting all of the grass and flowers petals from my dress and hair.

i start toward cole watching my step when i hear buzzing i stop trying to find the source i spot a few bees hanging around me, i squeal and try and dodge them running blindly toward the dirt track.

my screaming must’ve got Cole’s attention because soon enough he was standing in front of my camera dangling from his neck and his hands on my shoulders “what’s wrong?” he asks worriedly.

i turn my head in search for the evil insects but no sign off them anywhere. “fucking bees” i tell him and he laughs at my distress.

i face him again and i notice that he’s hands where on my waist, i must’ve been too wrapped up in fear to notice them snake around me but now that they do i can’t seem to make eye contact with him.

a minute or so passes and he moves away from me looking out to the fields “do you-” i pause and he turns around

“do you ever get like nervous or flustered when your shooting with really good looking people? the models you shoot with well they’re models”

he slings the camera bag over his shoulder “well i mean no, not normally but there are certain times that i do, certain girls in pretty summer dresses” i glance down at my cons to try and hide my embarrassment.

“shall we go?” he asks and i nod “wanna give me a ride back” i ask sweetly placing my hands on his shoulders

“jump on” i squeak as he lowers himself down enough for me to jump around his hands finding my thighs to hold me up “sorry if im heavy” i apologise as we take the short walk to the car.

“please are you saying i am not strong enough” he scoffs pretending to take offence “well i mean-” i joke and he losses his grip so i slip a little before placing me on the floor in offence.

i decided to play with him and scream out falling out as i fall to the ground grasping my ankle, he turns around in a split second the smirk wiped off his face “oh my god”

he drops onto his knees “are you okay- what’s wrong- oh my god im sorry-” he rambles running his hands through his hair.

i break character and begin to laugh hysterically, he realises he fell for it and springs up picking m up by my waist and throwing me over his shoulder “thats it your dead”

i squeal trying to squirm out of his grip “put me down!!” i yell laughing at the brunette boy.

he places me on the bonnet of his jeep and stands inbetween my legs “admit it i got you good” i tease poking at his chest. he tries to fight the smile working it’s way across he’s face but fails miserably and starts laughing.

i take my hand and place it on his face and he inches closer hands on my thighs, i slip my hand down to the nape of his neck and pull his lips onto mine. he kisses back as he hands work they’re way up to my face mine go through his hair.

i pull away both of us panting for air “god i had no idea you could kiss like that-” he tells me surprised before re kindling our kiss my legs wrapping around his waist as the kiss turns into a make out sesh.

a car pulling up next to us in the only thing that stops us from continuing, i hide my face from the strangers cole still standing between my legs with his hands on my thighs. he smiles and greets the people awkwardly and waits for them to start down the trail before lifting me off the top of his car.

“to be continued” he mumbles kissing me.

i smile at him hopping into the passenger side, my feet up on the dash the music blaring his hand on my thigh and the wind in my hair as we make our way back home, i slip my hand over his and watch him as he drives the sunlight hitting his face thats when i realised, he is so out of my limit.

shoutout to @juggiexbets my homie give her a follow she’s forreal the cutest bean ever🌈💛🥂👱🏻‍♀️✨🤴🏼💐

Originally posted by grustniyautist

5

Although I am good at ps, I don’t like to beautified my personal pics. These are the pics of my bunnies from 2013 till today, telling me every little thing about our  past. Those real pictures of them tell me how lucky we are now. When we decided to keep Moya, we were nobody but  just some penniless college kids. 

Now we can afford better stuff for them just because we can’t stand the idea of raising them in a sad way. Our home now is a total bunny house, everything is prepared just for them. 


My life is not all about bunnies. I just enjoy posting them because they are simple and happy. I don’t need to prove anything, just want to share some joyful moments.

Stars and Scars

A/N: this is only my second writing I have done for ACOTAR, but man I enjoyed writing this one. Feyre’s dress is based on Charlie Bowater’s (you know the one!) Let me know what you think!

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Rhys’ POV

Ever since the war, Feyre hadn’t been herself. I knew she needed time to process the deaths and horrors she witnessed, but I could also see how the guilt was eating her away. I hadn’t seen her smile in months. She asked me for time, and I granted that request. I could feel her falling deeper and deeper into that pit of dispair, and it would soon swallow her whole. I needed to save her before it broke her completely.

She needed a distraction, something to break the cycle of guilt and greif. I sent a tendril of my power out to Azriel, asking him to return to Velaris. Currently, he and his shadows were gathering information about the mortal queens’ movements. He’d hate me for taking him from his duty, but he would know where to find what I needed.

I made my way lazily across the roof of the townhouse, pausing to unfurl my inky wings. I sat, content to let the sunlight warm them. Not long after I had called, Azriel landed breathlessly, a bead of sweat dripping from his brow.

“What?” Was all the shadowsinger said, cocking his head quizzically.

“Hello to you, too,” I grinned, dipping my head. “Our High Lady is in need of our assistance,” I responded, Azriel lifted a brow in confusion, but stayed silent. “I need a favor….”

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Feyre’s POV

The sun shone brightly upon the florists quarters, casting it’s warmth through the open air market that Elain, Lucien and I had wandered to. Elain had decided our home was bleak, and in desperate need of “a woman’s touch.” Thus, she took it upon herself to brighten it by way of gardening.

“How about these?” Elain inquired, pointing to a packet of gladiolus seeds. “They’re usually yellow, and they only bloom at night. I could plant them in the sill outside your and Rhys’ window,” she cooed, turning to me.

“That sounds lovely, Elain.” I mumbled, forcing a small smile to my lips. Lately, it had been difficult to feel happy. To feel anything really, besides the gaping hole where my heart had been. So many things weighted me down. Mor had said that war leaves scars, but I didn’t think it would be this painful.

“Feyre, you will heal. It will just take time,” Elain murmured, concern lacing her voice. “We’re all here for you. We went through it too. You can conquer it, I know you can.” My heart lifted the tiniest bit as I recalled the strength she and Nesta had shown in that final battle. Yes, perhaps I could learn to live with this feeling; could learn to not let it overwhelm me. I met her warm brown eyes as she took my hand and squeezed. “I know,” I told her. “Thank you.”

Her mate appeared from around the corner, his copper hair shining in the mid day sun. “Have you found anything, my love?” Lucien asked her, peering over her shoulder. She leaned into his touch, but shook her head.

“I think we should start making our way home. Will you join us Feyre?” Elain inquired, turning back to me. I gave her a ghost of a smile as I summoned my wings. “No, thank you. I think I’ll fly,” I answered, and with one powerful stroke of my wings, I was airborne. When I stole one small glance back at my sister before banking for the opposite side of the river, she was smiling from ear to ear.

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Rhys’ POV

Several hours after my initial request, Azriel found me in the sitting room, his arms full of small glass orbs.

“I see you found what I asked for,” I drawled from my seat by the window,

Smirking, Azriel replied, “Took me three hours of flying around and I had to call in some favors, but yes, yes I did.” I quirked an eyebrow at him in surprise.

“I didn’t realize it would require so much effort. How horrible that must have been for you, to actually work!”

Azriel snorted, rustling his wings as he set the orbs onto the couch. Almost instantly, the orbs started to give off a yellowish glow.

“Good luck,” he taunted as he prowled out the door. I rolled my eyes at his back and set to work creating my mate’s surprise.

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Feyre’s POV

Sweat pooling down my back, I gritted my teeth as I landed roughly on the roof. Exhausted from the flight, I remembered to vanish my wings moments before I slunk into a chair. I felt a rush of my mate’s excitement at my return radiate down the bond, but was too tired to recirocate it. A note appeared on the small table beside me, and I sighed before reading it.

“Come to the dining room,” was all it said. I felt a small smile creep onto my face at that, and summoned the strength to stand.

As I glided down the stairs, the first thing I noticed was the music. The beautiful, enchanting music that we had danced to at Starfall. The memory of that night, the time Rhys and I had shared, made my heart swell. And at the bottom of the steps stood my mate. Clad in his usual black dress shirt that hugged his chest, it was unbuttoned just enough to let the upper portion of his Illyrian tattoos show. I paused halfway down to drink him in.

When he noticed, he straightened and sent a burst of amusement through our bond. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” I crossed my arms, stubborn as ever, and he laughed. “I feel a bit under dressed compared to you.” Glancing down, he seemed to dinally notice my dirty tunic and plain pants. Rhys’ eyes crinkled as he waved a hand and my sodden clothes shifted into a mesmerizing, flowing black dress. The straight, shimmering skirts swept the floor. Silver whorls slid up the delicate sheer sleeves and across the fitted bodice. “Better?” He asked coyly.

“It’s beautiful,” I told him, smiling softly as I took his outstretched hand.

He led me toward the kitchen, with delight twinkling in his violet gaze. His next words came out in a rush. “Now Az and I both worked very hard on this, so I hope you’ll enjoy it,” He remarked, stopping me with a hand on my shoulder. “Now close your eyes.”

I did, and let Rhys’ gentle touch guide me into the dining room. The scents of rich, spiced wine and carefully cooked roast filled my nostrils. His hand slip from my shoulder as he moved in front of me. “Okay, open.”

Tears pricked my eyes as I gasped and beheld what was in front of me. Stars, at least a hundred of them, suspended from the ceiling of the dining room. They glowed brilliantly, flickering in the fading light let in from the window. Below them sat an elegant meal; two places set at the carved oak table.

Tenatively, Rhys inquired, “Do you like it?”

Pure joy flooded through me, the first I had felt in some time. “I didn’t need you to give me the stars,” I answered, turning to him, “but they do look lovely in my dining room.” Relieved, Rhys gave me a warm smile of his own.

“Actually, they’re glowworms. Azriel rounded them up from the caves outside the city this afternoon.” He pulled out my chair and motioned for me to sit. “The little things are actually quite picky; they only glow in places they feel completely comfortable.” Placing a kiss on my hair, he added sincerely, “I needed to see you smile again, Feyre.”

He took his place across from me, and I did just that. My old self was shining through once again. I now understood that my scars truly would heal, with help from those I loved.

Looking at him from beneath my lashes, I purred, “Well, obviously they love it here, so…. Can we keep them?” Rhys blinked in surprise, and his roaring laughter echoed through the townhouse.

“For you, Feyre darling, anything.”

look: this, light spilling like honey
from our lips. this, stars finding homes
in the leftover curves of our necks,
bleeding something holy into our skin.
 
look: this, where you sang until the moon
fell in love with us too. where we wrote
all our sins and set them on fire and danced
until the rising sun kissed wings onto our backs.
 
look: this, the exit wound you healed
by telling me it was a place for the cosmos
to enter and make me whole again. this,
the castles we built in our heads for each other.
 
look: let’s go and splinter the stars.
let’s run until we can fit the light in our bodies
and teach it not to escape anymore.
let’s run until we can find our way home again,
 
until we realize home has been inside of us
the whole time, waiting for us to return.
—  how to be whole again | a.c. for the infinitely wonderful @poisonlaurels