see you have been warned

Be wary of falling for a writer. No. Be wary of letting her fall for you.

Trust me on this one. When a writer falls in love with you, she imagines you in description and gets frustrated when her mind lapses on the words to describe just how fluttery you make her feel. She materializes you in love letters and can depict your body like a landscape she hikes every afternoon.

You have been warned. When she sees your eyes she thinks of more than just the ocean and the sky. Your cheekbones remind her of icebergs, and when you smile, she feels the word ‘warmth’ and sees golden rays. Your words will scatter her pages like unsung lyrics she doesn’t mean to write. And let me tell you, she does not want to sculpt you into mere characters because you are so much more than that to her.

But beware. If you hurt her, you will find her name on the covers of books, and when you read them, you’ll find yourself on every page. You’ll remember every single time you laughed with her because she’s created a timeline, and when you reach the turning point, midway through, you’ll realize how much she really loves you. You’ll regret tossing every black and white word carelessly at her, and she will remember all too well.

She will use you as her inspiration and her book as therapy. While your heart aches with remorse, she will be free from your chains. Her words are her key, and you were the heartbreaking captor.

Do not let a writer fall in love with you if you plan on breaking her heart, unless you can live on memorialized moments and regrets. Because she will write to heal, and you will read and bleed.

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

Drew this for this lovely hurt/comfort fic right here.  (Warning, this is shaping up to be staggering levels of hurt, so tread lightly and read the tags!)  The whole gang (save Keith) is in this scene but I just wanted to draw sad Pidge wearing Keith’s jacket.  (Let’s say she was the first who went to his room, haha)

EDIT:  It looks like this fic has disappeared off AO3. I don’t know if the writer felt bad for leaving it unfinished or if they were getting harassed, or just felt like it, whatevs! But it was a terrific start and I hope they keep writing cause they are awesome at it. I will miss this fic, and I hope that maybe the author is simply planning a rewrite. :)

Seth Clearwater Kinks


I see Seth as Vanilla, so saying this I don’t think he’s exactly had sex yet. I’m not saying he’s not horny, but I don’t think he’s gone all the way yet.

  • Seth loves the feeling he gets when you kiss his jaw and neck, he loves the little sparks that run-up his spine when you lightly breathe on the spot you just kissed.

  • Seth is very subtle when looking at you like when you’re at Sam’s you decided to wear a tank top, Seth can easily stare at your chest while making it look like he’s watching tv.

  • Seth and you have never gone all the way, sure you’ve seen each other naked, but the closest you have gotten are grinding against each other while making out.

  • His favorite thing of all time is when the two of you are laying next to each other and are touching each other your hand lightly rubbing his member, while his fingers play with your clit.

Dean & Castiel - When I See You Again

Spoiler warnings season 12 finale and earlier episodes have been used <3

I Found P.1 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Apparently I get really rather inspired by songs! I hope you guys enjoy and I plan on there being many parts to this story! This story is inspired by this lovely song I heard on Pandora while studying for my level up exams at school. 

Summary: You just moved to New York from your sunny town in Florida and start school at Midtown Science Academy. Immediately after your arrival, you notice the shy, cute science nerd Peter Parker, but you never thought he would notice you, or the way he made you feel. 

Warnings: Agnst, Fluff and some mild heart break. 

Originally posted by cvssian

Part One- Warning Signs 

You walked down the halls of Midtown Science Academy trying to just make it from one class to the next. It was day three at this crowded school in New York and honestly, it was lonelier than any school you had ever been at before. It didn’t matter that there seemed to be an abundance of people trying to talk to you, or that your parents had insisted you join the Decathlon team. It didn’t matter that there was at least three times more people here than there was at your old school, or that there seemed to be a friendly smile around every corner. It was just lonely. You were lonely.

Headphones in, playing some sad but oh so beautiful song that would in no way improve your mood, you continued pushing your way through the crowd, your overstuffed backpack fighting you the whole time, and you tugged your grey hoodie closer to you. And then you looked up and saw it.  Room A431. Your chemistry classroom had never seemed like more of a sanctuary. The people laughing and milling around you was starting to bother you.

The door was open, awaiting the third period students of Mr. Johnson’s chemistry class and you practically threw yourself into it, greatful for the large empty space. Only, the room wasn’t empty.

Sitting at your normal lab table was a boy with brown hair, pale skin and the most amazing brown eyes you had ever seen. His blue sweater bearing the Midtown school’s logo looked warm and inviting in all the right ways and you felt a blush rise to your cheeks. You’d seen him in a few of your classes and he had always made your heart flutter nervously. Though you couldn’t recall his name, you knew he was beyond smart. But why was he at your table? Your normal lab partner was Cindy.

The confusion must have shown on your flushed face. He pointed at the board, “New seating chart. You’re still here though.”

His voice was like pure magic to your ears. It was smooth, and soft, almost like a fine silk. But it suited him in every way possible. You nodded, not saying anything and taking your seat next to him, digging out your text book, notebook and pack of pens. As you started flicking through your notes, the boy turned back to his own notebook and the overwhelming feeling of loneliness came back as the sad song in your headphones swelled up.

“I’m Peter,” he said, a nervous tick to his voice. Your heart leapt, and you reached up to remove your earbuds to better hear his soothing voice.

“Y/N,” you responded quietly.

He nodded and looked down at his notebook. You glanced over to see him rapidly scribbling away, the heading catching your eye. Web Fluid v. 3.45.

“What are you working on?” You asked, the curiosity clear in your voice. 

He jumped and pulled more papers over his notebook. “Uh- nothing- just, um… messing around. How are you liking Midtown? I know you’re new here-“

He quickly changed the topic, something that didn’t go unnoticed by you. It made you even more intrigued. But for now you let it slide. “It’s alright- it’s cold,” you reply before you hear the loud ring of the bell signaling the start of class. Immediately the rest of your classmates appeared in the room, groaning as they saw the new seating chart.  

But as you looked around, seeing Cindy sit next to a rather cute older boy, you caught Peter’s eye. There was a glint in his eye and it made you smile. You couldn’t explain it but you just knew- something about this boy made you more excited than you’ve ever been. The eye contact felt almost like an intimate affair, it felt wrong to be sharing such a moment here, for everyone to see. You mind was sending out alarms everywhere. It should have been your warning, but instead, you thought it was the sign of the most beautiful thing on earth. The class milled around you, taking their seats and pulling out textbooks. You turned back to your own books, breaking eye contact with Peter, a hot blush rising on your cheeks. It was then that you were glad you wore your y/h/c hair down today since it hid you.

“Alright class, open your books to chapter five…” Mr. Johnson’s voice rang through the room, but you were hardly listening. Your mind was racing a million miles an hour as you thought about the brown haired boy sitting next to you. He had the same look in his eye you had, the same air of excitement when your eyes locked, and was that a blush you had seen?

You chanced a glance over at him and your breathing haulted. He was looking at you too. You felt your face heat up and you both looked away quickly.

Little did you know, either of you, the way that your lives would become tangled together after this day. Neither of you knew just how important you would be to the other. Or that surely, given who he was, the heart ache and dangers that would be thrust upon you both.

No. All you knew was the feeling of butterflies in your stomach and the sound of bells in your head. Warning signs? Sure. But oh how glorious those warning signs were.

caitlin: “for a hero you sure let a lot of people die”

snowbarry shippers:

caitlin: *calls barry out for fucking up all the time*

snowbarry shippers:

caitlin: *kisses barry in order to freeze him*

snowbarry shippers: 

caitlin: *stabs barry in the leg in order to stop him following her*

snowbarry shippers:

LoS Spoilers. You have been WARNED.

Raise your hand if seeing Kit’s reaction to Livvy’s death will destroy you internally.

Originally posted by theglossdotcom

“Only U.”

(Not my gif)

The desire to have a little fun for yourself appeared during a party, and the people outside your home didn’t stop you and Daryl from taking the opportunity. But in the middle of the dirty game, Daryl knew, again, that you were his only one.

Request made by prince-of-edolas: Daryl x Reader are married and they’re secretly together so one day at a party, Daryl gets so bored and so he asks the reader if they could have some alone time. At the dinner table the reader can be giving him a blowjob under the table and no one knows, having fun with each other. After that, they’re secretly making out in the living room while everyone else is gone outside but they soon end up having sex.

I changed the story a bit but I hope you like it!

  • Daryl x Reader
  • Words: 1,040
  • Warning: Bad smut but SMUT ANYWAYS! You have been warned! (I’m sorry if you see grammatical errors)

Through the window of the kitchen of your house, you noticed that everyone was having a good time in the backyard. The picnic table was filled with shared laughter and people who forgot, for a moment, about the reality in which they were living. 

Maggie took the bowl of salad and looked at you watching the picture outside.

“Let’s go, (y/n).” She smiled at you. “If you leave Daryl alone too long he will get bored.”

You chuckled walking with her to the door. The warm of the night was a good sight as you got close to the table where Daryl was sitting on the corner of it, and he took your wrist to gently guide you to sit in between his legs. You sat there, resting your elbows on the table as his strong arms hugged your waist. Daryl was a tender lover behind his tough appearance but he was reserved with his affection in public, perhaps an arm around your shoulder or a kiss in your temple before leaving on a run, but that, it was new.

Minutes later you felt his body pressing against yours as he rested his right hand on your leg. However, his hand started moving up, over your thigh, with light fingers that touched your sensitive area over the fabric of your jeans to finally stop inside your sweater. Your belly contracted with the contact of his cold fingers on your skin, but you tried to control your body when your dirty thoughts started to overflow.

You turned your head back a little.

“What are you doing?” You whispered.

Daryl stuck his nose in your hair, feeling the smell of the apples of your shampoo.

“I’m bored.” He whispered back as his finger drew circles around your navel, creating fiction in the lower part of your body. “I know ya want ma rough hands on your body. Don’t ya?”

You licked your lip.

“Yeah, but–”

“But?” He chuckled, his hand searching up. “We can go inside. If you lean over the counter for me, sunshine, I’ll do the rest.”

For your surprise, his hand cupped your right breast. You tried not to make a move, and Daryl smiled a little.

What an exciting play was that.

“As your husband, I know what yer good spots are. Ya know… those that make ya scream for me. But I’ll try not to hit them. So you’ll be quiet, I promise.”

Your breathing was changing. The little dirty talk was a good move.

“Now get yer ass up so we can have some fun.”

The conversation around you was entertaining so you just had to smile a little before walking towards the house. Your mind full of thoughts made your heart race, and you entered the kitchen again knowing that Daryl would follow you. Outside nobody would see it strange because he used to follow you everywhere, because everyone knew that you were the only person he wanted to be with all the time. You were married after all.

When you reached the living room, Daryl pushed you against the wall, his lips on yours as his hands held you by your waist, your own hands holding his face close to you. The heat of the moment made you moan and Daryl growled in the kiss, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. His hands squeezed your thighs to make you jump on him. His strong arms held you up; Daryl carried you and he lay down on the big sofa with you on top of him, feeling the bulge inside his pants.

But a dirty idea came to your mind, and you pull apart to sit in his lap.

“If you know where my right spots are… do I know where is yours?”

The situation was clouding his thoughts, but Daryl licked his lip in anticipation. The best part of what you were going to do was that you were playing innocent before doing it. He loved it.

“It’s right there, sunshine, waitin’ for ya.”

His chest rose and fell with excitement as you unzipped his pants. Your soft hands stroked his skin as you pulled down his pants and underwear to his thighs, his hard member coming out. The view of your sweet and wet lips was an arousal picture, and for a moment he didn’t care where you were, but when you sucked at him, Daryl forgot about everything. The delicious feeling made him breathe through parted lips, and gasp when you stroked gently his other parts. He loved the way you knew what you were doing down there, even if you teased him sometimes. 

But the way you moved against him, making him feel so needy for you…

“Fuck, wait…” Daryl wrinkled his nose by the loss of heat around his member but he sat anyways. “Stand up.”

You did it as he sat in front of you to unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans. You kicked your boots out of you as he pulled down your clothes, but you never thought he would stick his tongue out to lick you while he did so. You moaned into the hot air, his hands sliding on your bare legs just to pull you to sit on him. He was going crazy with the pleasure, and Daryl sank inside you with hard and satisfactory thrust. 

You didn’t waste time and you started moving against him, his grip on your hips pushing you down on him as well.

You both panted heavily and Daryl lifted your sweater to push down your bra. His lips sucked at you, twisting his tongue around your nipple. His arms held you tight against him and you did the same, hiding your face on his hair to cry out when he made you cum. You shook against him, breathing hard next to his ear. 

Daryl reached his limit soon after you did, gasping against your chest, and he released himself inside of you with one last push.

“That was fuckin’ hot.” He breathed hard against your body, and he lifted his face to look at you. “Now kiss me, woman.”

You chuckled before kissing him in the way he loved it: Soft and sweet as only you could do it.


Season Finale Spoilers

So I’ve read a huge synopsis of the season finale and it is both epic and heartbreaking. These spoilers are not marked as official by TSDF but the spoilers have been accurate so far. DO NOT CLICK “KEEP READING” IF YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE SPOILERS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!”

I am going to tag multiple characters to throw people off so don’t worry just because you see a certain character in the tags.

UPDATE: Based on the Q&A from TSDF, it does seems that these spoilers are accurate.

Keep reading

I SEE ALL OF YOU.  Post -ACOWAR/Feysand Fanfic.

Hi guys! So, guess who finished ACOWAR the other day and is now emotionally destroyed?! THIS GIRL! 

So, I decided to write a fanfiction to fill this empty gap in my chest, and I think I did okay?? I don’t know?! :’)

I was pretty much listening to Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machine the whole time, so I would say if you like listening to music while you read, listen to that, I guess? (Specifcally the MTV Unplugged ver.) 

Sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes - I finished this at 1am, and I have no idea what to do with myself now! (help me)

NOTE: The characters in this story are created and owned by Sarah. J. Maas, and her amazing book series as well! I am only borrowing her character to make up events of my own and to break hearts. (lol jks)

Feyre has a nightmare, and can’t seem to control her powers as she sleeps in Rhysand’s arms. Rhys has no choice but to enter her mind and stop her nightmares, but what lies in her fears may even scare him.


You have been warned… now ENJOY!


By DefenderofDreamers.

Third Person, Rhysand P.O.V

It was past two o’clock in the morning, Rhysand had guessed, when he had been suddenly jolted awake. It wasn’ the nightmares of Under The Mountain, or the empty and dark feelings from being in that eternal darkness, or the bloody memories from the war that had woken him. No, it was the smell of fear filling his nose. And it was coming from his mate. Rhys’ instincts instantly made him coil his muscles, ready to defend his mate at any cost. He unfurled his wings surrounding his wife, and tried looking around the room to determine the threat. But he saw nothing - only darkness. The room was thick of it, and it made his breath hitch at the feeling. Reeling in his senses, he realised that this darkness was of magic. He could practically smell it; Fear. Grief. Anger. Emptiness.

He looked down, and could only just see Feyre’s honey-colored hair and some parts of her face. In his arms, she was clammy and cold and her muscles were twitching, as if she wanted to move but something was restricting her – no, as if she was restricting herself. Her eyelashes were tickling his torso as her eyes rapidly moved and blinked under her lids. He tried to pull away from her to wake her from her nightmare, but she was holding on so tightly, her arms like iron bars around his waist - she wasn’t going to let go, not with her anxieties. He tried to get into her head, gently touching the adamant shields in her mind. But they weren’t giving – she was so strong. ‘Looks like I’m doing this the hard way,’ Rhysand thought.

“Feyre, it’s okay. You’re safe,” he whispered into her hair, trying to coax her out of her nightmare. His only reply was a soft whimper. He softly started to shush her, and he could feel her hot breath coming out through her gritted teeth. “Feyre, you can fight this. What’s in your head isn’t real,” he said.

‘Anymore’ he wanted to add, but he knew for the both of them, the pain would be as raw as if the events of the war were yesterday; seeing everything when she was linked up to the Cauldron took a toll on Feyre, and he knew it would take time to let it fade away into the fabrics of memories. But nothing will take away her aching anxiety and fear of seeing him die…He could feel it every time she looked at him through the bond.

It wasn’t that Rhysand was ready to die in that moment; he still had so much he wanted to experience with his mate and his family. Hell, he wanted that violet eyed baby boy to hold in his arms with his wife, and to watch it grow up and become a strong Illyrian fighter. He wanted to watch Feyre and his son smile as they all flew in the skies over Velaris. He wanted to tell him how strong and courageous his mother was, and how she became Feyre Curse-breaker, Feyre, Defender of the Rainbow and most of all –  his wife, his High Lady. His mate. But what he wanted even more was to see Prythian at peace. He poured that into her, as well as the last of his magic, as he began to grow weaker and weaker. To see Feyre and his family live on, and to give that final sacrifice, Rhys would’ve been content with that.

Fortunately, things didn’t go that way, and he was still alive. There would be some days he would need to remind himself this when the darkness would sometimes become almost too real, and he would tug on the thread that he would feel in his chest. And Feyre would tug back in understanding and pull him into an embrace. Sometime they would just stand there, sometimes they would cry. Or sometimes they would find their way up into their bedroom and make love, as if the other would disappear. ‘Never again’ they would say into each other’s mouths, and they believe it to be so.

Rhysand was pulled back into the moment at hand when Feyre let out a moan. He could feel her start to shift, she was tensing and recoiling repeatedly as if the transformation was rippling through her bones. He braced her against him as if to relieve some of the pressure. Through the thick blackness, he could make out Illyrian wings growing and taking shape out of her back. Rhys looked down at her, his mouth gaping and eyes wide. Before Feyre could feel his own panic, he made himself calm – he made himself the High Lord of the Night Court who had helped the mortal Feyre in the dungeons of Under The Mountain. He made himself her husband and mate – the calm to her storm, the dark to her light.

The hands at his back began to grow cold and were soon covered in frost from what he felt. It sent chills up is spine. Then came the heat and the fire, which burned him slightly, and he hissed as her hands went back and forth between the two elements. Feyre started to scream into his chest, and it broke him. “Feyre!” he screamed. It was enough. He needed to wake her up NOW. He entered her mind again, and this time was able to find a weak spot. He pushed and pushed until he made his way through. He kept his magic at the doorway to keep it from closing on him.

He looked into her mind, and all was quiet. That was when he began to see all the dead bodies – Hybern soldiers and Prythian soldiers alike. Swords and shields everywhere, as if they were ripped out of their hands. Rhys grimaced and tried not to look at the dead out of instinct. But he couldn’t help but notice that they weren’t the usual battle wounds from blades or magic, but that of an animal – for some it was their neck exposed and bitten; for others it was claws ripping into their flesh. He followed a trail of blood, and left the battlefield behind. It was then that darkness began to envelop – no, conceal his surroundings. It was hiding something.  But Rhys wasn’t fooled – he walked on until he stopped and saw a stooped, black figure. It was making animalistic noises, but beneath that, he could hear a familiar weeping sound. And Rhys soon realised.

He found her. But it wasn’t his fae mate he was seeing. It was Feyre’s true form.

She didn’t really tell Rhysand much of what she saw in the Ouroboros – only that she had accepted and forgiven and truely began to love herself for what she was. But when Rhys had asked what she had seen, Feyre had refused to say, and blocked her mind off until her wariness shifted and they changed the topic of conversation.

But now there was nothing between him and her.

He knew it was Feyre. Not just from her stormy blue-grey eyes or the way the black fur contrasted with the golden-brown– the same as Feyre’s. No, he knew it was her because he felt it in the bond, in his heart, in his soul. What instinct that should’ve been telling him to run away was telling him to run towards and embrace.

Rhys took a small step and tugged on the bond, and Feyre’s wild eyes grew wide as she saw him. ‘How?’, they seemed to say. She began to grow restless, and began twisting around trying to hide herself from him. In this, Rhys began to see the black-as-onyx scales, and the claws coming from her massive paws as she moved silently and swiftly into the darkness. She was running away from him. Rhys felt a pang of sadness in his chest that his mate didn’t trust him, but he followed her regardless.

He could feel her close by, the heat coming from the darkness in front of him in comparison to the cold. He could feel her watching him, gaging his reactions on what she could read on his face and through the bond. Rhys began sending calming and relaxing thoughts down the bond, reassuring her that he was fine with this – with her.

‘Feyre. I’m not leaving’ he said into her mind. Nothing. He put a smirk on his face ‘And even if you wanted me to, there’s no way out of this mating bond and High Lady contract.’ He was trying to joke with her, to make her feel at ease and to bring her back. He was met with silence.

“Feyre darling,” he said out loud, “it’s okay.” He walked closer and he could feel her breathing now – the rise and fall of her quickened breathing. To his right, Rhysand could hear a growl and he stopped a few mere meters away. ‘Stop’ she was saying. ‘Don’t look at me’. Rhys defiantly stood there, looking at her.

Yes, she was terrifying. He saw the teeth – the large, serrated teeth – meant to rip out throats and crunch bones. The massive paws and the long, golden claws meant to maul out insides in a single swipe. The black fur and scales to hide and prowl in the night. But he could feel her strong heart, its beating hard and erratic as if it were speaking to him – telling him every dark thought and fear and trait that she was and is and forever will be. Rhys just stood there and listened.

He looked to where he felt her watching him. Surely enough, there were her large grey-blue eyes, just staring at him; calculating; ‘Why aren’t you running away?’ 

Rhys looked at her, and then back at her chest at where her heart was, and slowly reached out his hand to touch it, fur and scales together creating a texture he had never felt before.

“This… I accept this,” he said, making circles with his fingers around the beating heart, and he felt the rhythm underneath begin to slow.  He began to rub his hands along the fur, side to side, almost like as if it were a soft blanket or a kind beast. “I love all of this,” he says, and with a smirk, he finishes, “Who knew you were all fluffy on the inside?” Feyre huffed, a scoff as if to say, ‘Really, Rhys?’ He gave a small chuckle and walked around her to find her face. It was hard to mark, but he found her eyes. He saw her take a breath as he held out his hand and found her muzzle. He looked at her face, covered in a mix of scales and fur.

Yes, she was a wolf. Her eyes were glowing in the darkness meant for watching their prey. Her teeth didn’t allow her to fully close her mouth as they poked out through her maw, and he could imagine what she could do. And if you were to see her in the Illyrian Mountains, you would be stupid not to run. But he wasn’t scared. If anything, he felt proud. He looked deeply into her eyes once again, and she bore into his.

“I see all of you, Feyre.” He finally said. “And I love every part of it. I have nothing to be afraid of.” Feyre’s eyes were lined with silver and she closed her eyes as she leaned into his touch. “Let’s go back, Feyre. There’s nothing more to fear” Rhys said softly.

Before she could open her eyes, he was out of her mind and back in reality, now with the sun coming through the crack of the curtains. Feyre jolted awake and tensed and her wings instantly vanished. She looked at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, and let go of him hastily. She made a run to the bathroom and he heard her collapse to the floor…and begin to vomit.

Rhysand was out of bed the moment he heard her retch, not worrying that he had nothing to cover him. He walked over to her, and simply held her hair up and rubbed her back. She flinched, which made her double over and heave over the bowl again. When she was finally done, she sat there and looked at the floor. Rhys reached over and pulled the handle and flushed the toilet. He then went to pick her up, before Feyre smacked his hands away.

“Don’t touch me,” she said, sounding weak but angry. Shame filled her face, and she said “Please, don’t touch me right now.” Rhys winced, but backed away and stood there, for once not knowing what to do. She was making an effort to slow down her breathing, and he wanted to help her, but knew she was still trying to process everything. She looked at him and then to her hands, as if they were still frozen or burning.

I hurt you.

Not badly, I healed quickly.

That doesn’t matter, I hurt you.

Feyre, I’m fine. You weren’t in control.

She ran her hands over her face and rubbed her eyes, then ran her fingers through her hair. Rhys just watched her, ready to be there for his mate if need be. After what felt like an agonising 10 minutes, Feyre slowly stood herself up, her legs shaking a little, and walked back into the bedroom. He was only a few steps away as she sat on the bed, looked down at the floor, and then finally, back up to him.

“How…How were you not terrified?” she finally said, though it came out as whisper.

“Feyre darling, I’ve lived for over 500 years. You don’t think I’ve seen more horrible things?” he remarked with a smirk. Feyre only huffed, and gave a weak smile of her own. Rhysand knew she was waiting for a proper answer. “But in all honesty, I wasn’t scared. At all.”

He came over and sat on the bed next to her. He pulled her into his embrace, and began tracing circles along her shoulder. He took note of how she began doing the same, but on the tattoo on his knee of the Illyrian mountains. “I will bow before no one and nothing but my crown” he had said to her all those months ago.  He tried not to be distracted by it as he said “I wasn’t scared, because I had seen it all already. I’ve seen your hatred, your anger, your lust, your grief. I had sensed it back then Under The Mountain.” – he felt her flinch – “felt it down the bond when you were in the Spring Court wasting away. Watched it as you killed the Attor in the battle of Velaris. And you became it in the war. When the Caldron took Elain away. When they killed the Suriel…

“But Feyre…” he held her face in his hands gently as he said “I felt more than that when you brought me back.” Feyre burst into tears at that, and his vision began to blur as well. He blinked back his own tears, and kissed her forehead and licked her tears away. “I felt your love, your compassion, your strength, your courage – your soul, Feyre. I felt all of it. I felt you.

She let out a wail, and he pulled her into his chest again and let her cry. He rocked her back and forth and began to cry, too. He was sure they had both woken up the entire house by now, but he didn’t care.

 It’s real?

Rhysand held Feyre tighter.

Yes. It’s real.

 They both sat on the bed and wept for what was true.

When they had both stopped weeping, and all that was left was emptiness and migraines, Rhysand picked up his tired and weary mate and placed her carefully on the bed. He laid down next to her and played with her hair as she started to doze off. She nuzzled into his chest and traced the tattoos covering him.

“What about all the meetings today? What’s the city going to do without their High Lord and Lady?” Feyre asked, tiredness coating her words.

“Amren can handle it. Cassian and Nesta though…” he trailed off. “10 gold marks that she’ll kick them out of the house in an hour before they start to tick her off.” His mate gave him a lazy poke in the ribs.

“I bet 15 and half an hour” she replied sleepily. Rhys snorted then bit his lip in thought.

“And how much time and how many gold marks before we start making love?” he smirked. Feyre lifted her head and looked up with fiendish eyes.

“None,” was all she replied before she placed her smiling lips onto his own. 

(And they made slow, sleepy love before Mor came knocking on their door~)

Bad Timing-Josh Dun Imagine Part 1

Description: Josh and you are friends who haven’t seen each other in 2 months. When you finally do see each other things get complicated. 

Warnings: None 

Josh and you have been friends forever so it was no surprise when you got a phone call at 2:00 am. It was a Friday night and he had just done a show in your hometown which you attended. He texted you and asked if you wanted to join his fun, but going to a club with him and a bunch of his friends didn’t sound appealing to you. Instead, you went back to your place and watched movies in your sweatpants. You had dozed off on the couch and were thankful that the call woke you from the uncomfortable position. When you looked at your phone you just rolled your eyes and answered, not knowing what he wanted. 

“Hello?” You said, clearing your throat. 

“[Y/N] I am so glad you answered!” Josh’s words slurred together, letting you know he reached his drink number. “You know it has been a long time since you hung out with me. You need to be here!” 

“You know where I live. When you are sober you should come over.” You caught yourself smiling at the thought of seeing him. It had been 2 months since you were face to face with your friend. You were jolted out of your thoughts when a different voice was talking to you. 

“Hey, are you there? Listen, I have to go, something came up at home. Can you come pick up Josh?” You recognized Tyler’s voice and knew that you had no other choice. You agreed and hung up the phone. 

As you pulled into the club, you got out to search for Josh. When you walked in you immediately spotted the neon hair and made your way over. You were greeted with Josh picking you up in a hug and spinning you around. 

“I have missed you so much!” Josh said while setting you down. “You look so good.” You rolled your eyes at his remarks and led him to your car. 

When you were both settled in the car, you started to drive home. You looked over at Josh who had his eyes closed and was rocking his head back and forth. You decided to break the silence. 

“So, this isn’t exactly how I planned our reunion.” You laughed and glanced over at him. He opened his eyes and smiled, then placed his hand on your thigh. This threw you off and you didn’t know what to say or do, so you just continued driving in silence. 

Once you arrived at your place, you got Josh out of the car and up the stairs to the guestroom. Josh was sitting on the edge of the bed and as you said goodnight and walked off, he grabbed your hand and spun you around. 

“You know most people wouldn’t get up in the middle of the night to pick up their lousy, drunk friend.” He said, his smile fading quickly. 

You laughed and tried to get his smile back, “What was I supposed to do, just leave you there? And you’re not lousy.”

He dropped your hand and rubbed his eyes. “I really have missed you. I am sorry that I haven’t been around.” 

You cut him off before he said anything else, “In your defense, you’ve been a little busy.”He smiled again before saying, “You do look really good.” 

You looked down at yourself, wearing sweatpants, a red tank top and house shoes, “Wow, how much did you drink?” You laughed at the dig at yourself. 

He stood up again engulfing you in a hug. 

“I have missed you too Josh. But we don’t have to catch up right now, you don’t have to leave until tomorrow night. We can do this part in the morning.” You let go, breaking the hug and doing your best to get him into bed. “I’ll be right down the hall if you need anything.” And with that you went to your own bed, falling asleep almost instantly. 

The next morning you got up, making waffles for you and Josh. You took them into the guestroom where he was and to your surprise, he was already up. 

“Did you sleep okay? I brought hangover cure.” You say as you make your way into the room. Josh scoots over to make room for you in the bed. 

“My personal hero!” He jokes as you both take bites of your waffles. 

“So, what do famous people do on Saturday’s?” You nudged him in the side as he rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t know, if you ever meet a famous person you should ask them.” He laughed and you tossed back ideas finally deciding to stay in and watch movies. 

The day continued on with the two of you talking, catching up and occasionally watching some of the movies that were playing in the background. You filled each other in on every part of life that happened while he was away. You found yourself being unusually cuddly with your friend and to your surprise, he didn’t stop you. At one point you had turned on “A Goofy Movie” and both became really tied up in a conversation about your love lives. 

“I can’t believe you still are single!” Josh blurted out. 

“Ouch. Thanks.” You pretended to be mad. 

“Its just that, I have been gone for two months and I figured you would have settled down with that Cody guy.” 

“Just the thought of that name makes me cringe. Let’s just say that guy turned out to be a total jerk. I may just swear off relationships all together.” Your smile quickly faded. 

“Don’t do that quite yet.” Josh said as he pressed his lips to yours. 

As the kiss broke you just stared at him for a moment. “Dammit Josh.”You say under your breath. 

“[Y/N], I am sorry, I just have been wanting to do that for a long time.” 

You didn’t even think before saying these next words, “And I have wanted you to, but dammit, you have bad timing.” You scoot back to the edge of the couch and pull your knees to your chest. “This isn’t fair.” 

Josh shakes his head still smiling, “Why do you do this? Why are you so afraid to let things happen? How is this not fair? You’re my best friend and I have wanted you for a long time.” 

“Because, Josh, you get to leave in an hour and I get to stay here. I get to fret about how I am in love with a guy who is going to be halfway across the world in the morning. You get to go explore the world and I get to sit in my house and sulk about how much I miss you. None of this is fair.” The words practically jumped out of your mouth so fast that even you didn’t know what you were saying. 

You looked up at Josh who was staring at you with a smile so big his eyes disappeared. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” you  spat at him. 

All he said back was, “Say it again.”

You looked around the room, trying to avoid eye contact and blink away the tears that were forming in your eyes. “Say what again?”

“Say it again.” He said it much slower this time. You knew exactly which part he was talking about. 

You look down and started fidgeting with your hands, “I’m in love with you.”You whispered. 

Before you could even finish Josh had let his lips meet yours again, this time much more intense. “I’m in love with you [Y/N].” He smiled and kissed you again. You kissed back briefly before pulling away, throwing your head into your hands. 

“But none of this changes the fact that our timing is off.” You spoke between sobs.

“Then come with me.” He said the words and I waited for the laugh, he could not be serious. “Come with me.” He said again. 

You looked up at Josh, searching his face for a sign that he wasn’t serious. But he was for real, and this moment was really happening and you had a choice to make. 

anonymous asked:

good morning (or afternoon or evening) beautiful person would u be kind enough to bestow a small list (or a hundred page book which is better) of the best enjoltaire fanfics u have read?

of course i can!! this isn’t quite a 100-page book but i always have a fic rec tag for when i come across good fics on my dash or just feel free to hmu again i have fics catalogued in my library

i also recommend you check out all these author’s other works, they’re all incredible!!!!

BE by tothewillofthepeople

may be one of my fav exr fics ever; les amis performing hamlet, this fic is magical pls go read it!!!!!!

World Ain’t Ready by idiopathicsmile

the fic pretty much everyone in this fandom knows: enjolras and grantaire are pretend-boyfriends for great justice

Forget Me Not by Opium_du_Peuple aka our lovely Elise @just-french-me-up

(this fic oh my gooooooood) enjolras loses four years of his memories after a car accident including everything about grantaire (pls go read it it’ll ruin your life)

Years Since It’s Been Clear by lady_ragnell

enjolras demands grantaire to move in with him after he hears about R’s shithole of a flat, it doesn’t exactly make things easier for grantaire…    domestic cuteness and delicious pining

These Things Just Take Time by sonhoedesrazao

incredible slowbuild college au, it’s so amazing, one of my alltime favs!!!

alert: this fic is private but it’s definitely worth making an ao3 account

In The End We Have Each Other by samyazaz

one of enjolras former clients leaves an infant at his office; he is absolutely overwhelmed and grantaire steps in as supernanny

(E and R raising a child together aaaaahhh!!!)

Lay Your Hands On Me by samyazaz

enjolras keeps crossing paths with busker grantaire (it’s sooo good!!!!!)

Oh It’s What You Do To Me by captainskellington

Enjolras stumbles across Grantaire via YouTube comments. French!R sings. NYC!Enjolras pines. They fall in love via email and Skype

this fic had me in tears ok

Transatlanticism by nightswatch

they meet because R is an asshole and leaves annoying comments on E’s blog,,,cue late night skypes and grinning into pillows (do yourself a favour and don’t listen to the namesake song while reading,,you will cry)

loop by oispaceman

enjolras meets R at bahorel’s party,,they keep antagonising each other and fall in love (alternatively: enjolras more than absently wonders how grantaire likes his eggs)

A Picture Speaks A Thousand Words by BethXP

grantaire and courfeyrac make a bet on who manages to get the other and their crush together first (hint: it’s enjolras and combeferre) featuring tinkerbells and paramore songs

The Glitterbombs of Angry Queers by 148km

Les Amis is a Los Angeles-based queer activist group; it’s a whole series!!!! (includes e and r going to disneyland omgggg)

The Golden Bough by Opium_du_Peuple

an orpheus and eurydice au!!!!!!! this fic watered my crops and cleared my skin!!

Sheer Dumb Luck by angryintrovert

grantaire drunkenly texts the wrong number, the rest is history

Best Kept Secrets by tellthemstories

fake!! dating!! au!! cosette keeps bothering her brother with his non-existent love life, he asks grantaire to be his fake boyfriend to keep her off his back

This brave new world is not like yesterday by myrmidryad

enjolras needs a job after cutting himself off from his family and ends up working at the bowling alley where R works, and the two of them get a lot closer while on clean-up duty after closing time

Patron Saint of Silent Restraint by vivalataire

hannah’s @vivalar incredible coffeeshop au! definitely a must-read!!!

Keep It Kind, Keep It Good, Keep It Right by lady_ragnell

enjolras finds out about grantaire’s feelings for him and after realising he’s never been particularly friendly to him, decides to get to know him better

this modern love by crooked

established relationship; R makes E join snapchat (may cause involuntary squealing)

pining for you by The Librarina

R gets fired from his job and returns home to help his dad with their christmas tree farm while patron minette is trying to get them to sell at all costs,,lawyer enjolras who has been trying to get patron minette to court for ages does his best to help save the farm (cute lil christmas fic!!!!)

Hit Me With Your Best Shot by tellthemstories

aka grantaire is the words hitman ever and falls in love with his target

Correlation by sarahyyy

enjolras is constantly trying to make a move on his bodyguard grantaire who doesn’t believe he is serious, they manage to make everything harder for themselves as always

The MasterChef AU by sarahyyy

the glorious masterchef au which is all cute and shit until you reach part 8 and sarahyyy is ripping your heart out (so yeah don’t read further than part 7 if you wanna avoid that or go read the alternative ending on her tumblr to try and piece your heart back together,,,)

The Drunk Leading The Blind by juanjoltaire

enjolras ends up temporarily blind after being mazed at a protest and grantaire becomes his seeing-eye dog (this is way too cute,,,you have been warned,,)

Love in a Coffeshop by tellthemstories

grantaire is a famous rockstar (which enjolras is totally unaware off) that keeps appearing after closing time at the coffeeshop E works at

somehere along the line they fall in love and the coffeeshop becomes hipster

Nondiscriminatory Hiring Practices by raddtaire

a very very cute coffeeshop au: enjolras meets grantaire the barista at his sister cosette’s new coffeeshop

ain’t got far to go by prouvairing

enjolras and grantaire manage to get trapped in a closet ;)))

A Shadow On My MInd by ladyragnell

criminals au; a mission goes wrong and grantaire is in the middle of an explosion, enjolras mourns and only now notices what R meant to him

Silence Is The Speech Of Love by lady_ragnell

modern greek mythology au; enjolras angers aphrodite which leaves him mute

The sus turns traitor cold by RampantAnnarchy

E and R are forced to share a bed on thanksgiving ;))))

Let Me Count The Ways by zimriya

a 10 things I hate about you au, need I say more

I’m in it for you by raeldaza

grantaire is diagnosed with cancer and ferre is his doctor; since R refuses to tell his friends about it, ferre asks his roommate enjolras to drive back home after his treatments

the quiet truth by kiyala

enjolras agrees to be grantaire’s fake boyfriend to fend off his homophobic parents (you know how this ends ;))

Conflict of Interest by madlyie

enjolras becomes grantaire’s lawyer and gets waaay to personally involved

Hold my hand as I am lowered by enjoloras

canon era trans!enjolras au! it’s so good and emotional

like never before (‘cause lately I’ve been craving more) by noelia_g

groundhog day!au !!!!!

(take my whole life too) by unhookingstarswithoutpermission

enjolras gets distracted by R’s hands, it’s all very cute

Into the Thick - Chapter 2

After serving 10 years in prison for the club, Pip is out and thrown into the middle of chaos. Follow as the only female son adjusts to change and loss.


“Pip, you and Jax go see Laroy tomorrow and see when he wants his guns.” Clay said across the table.
It had been a few weeks since I got out and catching up with the club had taken a lot of that time because of how much had happened - Jax’s son was born, Wendy was in rehab,  Tara came back, Happy’s mother was sick again and Missy had died.
As well as keeping up with the club, I had to catch up with my own family, Cora was good for Brody, but I was trying to make sure that she was in it for the long run. I had seen how he was with Dylan and if he ever went away, I dread to think what it would do to him; so far so good though.
Dylan had quickly become the light of my life and I must admit that I had spoiled him rotten since I had met him, and this wasn’t going to change any time soon.
Clay banged the gavel and I was brought out of my reverie as everyone started to leave.
“Prospect, beer!” Tig shouted the second he was out of Church.
Beers and cheers were spread throughout the rest of the night.
It was 11 0'clock and Jax told me that he would meet me before Laroy came, which would be any second now.
Which left the question: ‘where the fuck is Jax?“
I had been trying him continously, to no avail but it was too late now as Laroy and his crew pulled up.
“Laroy.” I said as I walked over to him, we went way back and I was the one who presented the Niners as business partners. None of this meant that I was not scared to be alone with him and five other members, all of whom were carrying.
“Piper. How’s freedom treating you?” Laroy said as he hugged me.
“Not too bad, soaking up more sun than ever.” I joked with him.
“I’ve been meaning to thank you for what you did for us.” He clicked his fingers and a brown envelope was in his hand before I could blink. While I was inside, I had dealt with an old lady problem for them - protection was limited in a women’s prison.
“Yeah, I’m real grateful.” Spoke a voice behind Laroy and I could only guess that this was the old man that I had heard so much about - Dwyane.
“It was no problem. How is Sasha?” I asked him.
“She’s good. The baby’s due in a few weeks.” Dwyane replied.
“That reminds me,” I turned back to my bike, “I’m really sorry that I couldn’t make it to the baby shower, but I was still inside.” I was speaking to him as I searched through the box on my bike for the present that I was brought for her.
Once I found it, I brought it with me as I walked back to Dwyane, who now stood next to Laroy.
“It’s just a few bits and bobs for the baby, but will you pass these on for me?”
“Yeah, yeah. Thanks.” Dwyane reached out for a hug.
“It’s nothing, man. Sasha’s a keeper.” Dwyane nodded and stood back in line.
“So back to business.” Laroy said.
“Clay wants to know when you guys next want guns.”
“When’s the next shipment?”
“From the Irish? Two days.”
“I guess in three days then.”
“Thanks Laroy, man.”
“We owe you.” He said as he pushed the envelope towards me. I took it from him and put it in my cut, but I didn’t look how much was in it so as not to seem rude.
“Anything you need. ”
We reached out for another hug as the rest of his crew got back into their cars.
Just as we pulled away, shots were fired and about 10 mayan bikes were surrounding our meet with screeching tyres.
Everyone hit the deck, and drew their weapons, shooting blindly and hoping to hit.
Laroy had been moved by his crew and was behind one of the cars.
“Pip!” He shouted me, gesturing for me to make my way over.
I stood and hunched down. Still shooting as I ran, so close to being marginally more safe, when a shot to the thigh brought me crashing down.
The mayans didn’t stay long after that and before I knew it, the meet place was once again quiet. Only pants of the Niners could be heard, as least that was until I opened my mouth.
“Holy shit! Mother of Christ! I’m gonna kill him!” By him, I meant Jax, this probably wouldn’t have happened had he actually bothered to turn up.
“You hit?” Laroy was walking back over to me. “You want a lift back to TM?”
“No,” I panted as I struggled to stand, “it’s a club issue, you would set it off more. Thanks though.”
“You sure, your leg looks bad?” He said as he followed me to my bike.
“Some help on my bike would be nice though.” I said through a grimace.
He pulled me onto my bike and I started it, with much pain.
“Alright, I’ll see you next time.” He said to me.
I winked, “Until next time, send my love to everyone.”
Driving away, there was only one thought on my mind, Jax was going to get it.

OKAY, so I just read the Vanity Fair Star Wars cover story

and I have stuff to say. about Adam Driver´s statement. for reasons.

So, now we have A LOT of new fabulous photographs and names and more information, which IS AMAZING (oh god, I really hope the “long wait” for more Star Wars material is over and we start to get more and more) YAY! Im SUPER HYPER AND HAPPY ABOUT THE NEW INFO!

However, there was one itsy bitsy little parragraph that seemed inofensive at first but the more I read it, the more I look into it (read: overthink, a common practice among info-starved- Reylos) and the more worried I get for our precious Reylo ship. Also, Im usually super optimistic about Reylo bc I think it will be canon (in one way or another) by the end of the ST. However, when I read the Vanity Fair article, I got a lil bit anxious. (NOTE: Its probably because Adam is SO SO good at hiding Star Wars info and being suuper vague about everything) Also, this got long bc apparently I have a lot of feels, so if you wanna know what I thought of Adam´s words in the article read below :)

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