short sleeved top

I was trying on all my summer clothes I bought yesterday and I’ve never been so excited for vacation!!!! I feel very beautiful here.


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evergreen button-back blouse by ginnyandjude

this button-back blouse is a summery green hue and is made from an airy viscose crepe that would flutter in the breeze. love the cute peter pan collar, too.

Chocobro Sleeping Headcanons

As you all know I am asleep 90% of the time. So I figured, “hey how do the bros sleep?”

I’ll prob post a version feature the boy’s s/o soon. Gotchu guys covered. 

Anyway, I’m tired.

Tag yourself I’m Noctis *duh*


  • Can fall asleep anywhere.
  • Any time.
  • The boy can just wake up from a full nights rest and go back to sleep.
  • Gets especially sleepy after eating. 
  • Falls asleep in the Regalia while sitting up.
  • His head slumps forward and he remains asleep for hours.
  • He wakes up with some major neck pain… and drool on his chin.
  • Of course, Noctis get the best sleep on his own bed. 
  • Really loves being under the covers completely
  • The other bros wonder how he breathes under all the covers?
  • It’s a mystery. 
  • Noctis doesn’t even know how he does it.
  • While in a deep sleep, his eyes roll in the back of his head.
  • It freaks Prompto out to no end. 
  • Cuddles pillows in his sleep.
  • Loves to cuddle.
  • During their journey, he will always cuddle who ever is closest to him.
  • It’s very awkward.
  • Wakes up red faced and prays they didn’t notice. 
  • They notice.
  • They’re just used it by now.
  • Sleeps in any position.
  • Stomach.
  • Side.
  • Back.
  • Sometimes wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.
  • May even wake up on the floor. 
  • Definition of heavy sleeper
  • A bomb can go off and this boy would sleep through it


  • Prompto only sleeps under certain circumstances. 
  • Cannot sleep in a tent.
  • Gets no sleep during camp.
  • That’s why he’s so excited to get a hotel room.
  • Unable to sleep in  the Regalia. 
  • Mostly because he sees time in the car as photo opportunities. 
  • Lucis’s scenery is great, y’all.
  • He can’t help himself. 
  • He has so much energy, so he can’t sleep unless he’s really exhausted. 
  • Sweats in his sleep.
  • Still wears short sleeve, tank tops and shorts to bed.
  • Still wakes up with sweats.
  • Poor sunshine.
  • Loves sleeping with stuffed animals.
  • He had a ton of stuffed animals as a kid.
  • He’s kept one.
  • He’s low-key embarrassed by it, considering he takes it on their journey..
  • But the guys don’t say anything about it.
  • It’s a yellow chocobo stuffed animal, by the by.
  • That’s crucial information.
  • Hugs it to his chest.
  • Sometimes he wakes up with the stuffed animal on his head?
  • Sleeps on his left side only
  • Fetal position.
  • Not as cuddly as Noctis.
  • But still loves to snuggle.
  • Luckily for the guys, he only grabs onto his chocobo.


  • Why was this the first thing that came to my mind He sucks his thumb
  • I don’t know.
  • Noctis totally teases him over it.
  • To which Gladio brings up how the Prince cuddles up to Ignis in his sleep.
  • Noctis shuts up shortly after. 
  • Sleeps shirtless.
  • The man is a heater.
  • He doesn’t need more warmth.
  • Doesn’t sweat though.
  • He uses only a single sheet rather than the entire comforter.
  • Sleeps the best in the tent.
  • Actually… sleeps best outside of the tent.
  • As long as there is a campfire going, and the stars in the sky… Gladio is covered for a good night’s rest.
  • Definitely, 100% canon; he snores
  • You cannot convince me otherwise.
  • Earthquake level snores.
  • His snores stir the others from their sleep.
  • Can sleep on either of his sides. 
  • Doesn’t like sleeping on his back. 
  • He feels like he’s taking up too much room.
  • Low key claustrophobic maybe?
  • Needs open spaces. 
  • Can sleep in the Regalia if everyone is quiet.
  • Which is a rarity in itself.


  • Definition of insomniac
  • If Ignis does get sleep, it’s for a short while.
  • Definitely the type that’s early to bed, early to rise.
  • Super light sleeper. 
  • The quietest of sounds can wake him up.
  • And this is why he relies on Ebony so much.
  • He really can’t function without caffeine intake.
  • Sleeps like he’s a dead man?
  • Always straight on his back.
  • Hands folded against his chest.
  • Doesn’t move all night.
  • Often forgets to take his glasses off.
  • May have broken a few pair in his childhood that way…
  • Doesn’t snore… necessarily.
  • Will have soft little inhale snores.
  • It’s so cute help me
  • Even though he’s a light sleeper, he doesn’t stir when Noctis latches onto him in the night. 
  • Noctis has been doing that since they were children.
  • It’s so cute help me I’m dead.
  • Get’s very cold in his sleep, but refuses to pull the covers up above his rib cage.
  • Sometimes wears his gloves to bed for this reason.
  • Poor boy is just so cold.
  • Sleeps in actually pajamas. 
  • Not makeshift night clothes.
  • Cotton, long sleeved night shirts.
  • Long pants.
  • Wears socks to bed.
  • Sleeps okay in the tent.
  • Prefers a proper bed.
  • Of course he doesn’t sleep in the Regalia.
  • Even when he isn’t driving.
  • His eyes are on the road always. 
  • Cautious mama bear.
  • Wakes up before the sunrises to start cooking breakfast. 
  • Also just enjoys a few hours of silence. 


  • this is gonna be a long post so get some coffee or tea, grab a comfy blanket, and brace yourself!!
  • i woke up at 5:30 this morning to give myself plenty of time to mentally prepare and enjoy my coffee. i know some runners say not to have coffee before a race, but i find that having it 2-3 hours before a run works for me. 
  • i was lost as to what i should wear. it was going to be cold in the morning, but once the sun came out, it would be a steady 50s, clear, with light breezes. i ended up wearing a moisture-wicking short sleeve top, my shorts, and throwing a uniqlo fleece long sleeve over top.
  • my uber driver was such a sweet older man and he said “GO GET EM HONEY. SHOW EM WHAT YOU GOT” when he dropped me off. i love people. 
  • i got to the starting line around 6:50am to pick up my packet, and L O R D it was beautiful but so so cold. i hid in the bathroom because it was warmed hehe.
  • i don’t have any pictures of me during the race, but here’s a mile by mile recap:
    • miles 1-3: the first couple miles were downhill, and then flat. i took it slow because my biggest fear was going out too quickly and losing steam later on. it was a good call, and i stayed in the 8:40s for all three splits. 
    • miles 4-6: i was feeling GREAT and started to pass by and run with other really strong runners at this point. i stayed in the safe zone, in the low 8:30s. it was completely flat, save for two steep bridges. i was smiling the entire time because it felt like flying. 
    • miles 7-8: i had to pull myself back a bit here, because we had hit a turnaround and there was a slight increase in elevation. it wasn’t too bad, and i ran exact 8:45s for both miles. the bridges were definitely harder this time around, but i stayed strong and stuck to my conservative pace.
    • miles 9-12: this is where i started to hit the wall. the race corkscrews around. there was some downhill and uphill, but it stayed flat for the most part. i knew that i had to stay at an easy pace if i wanted to finish the race strong, so i ran at 9:05 for these three miles. the mental game was loud and i was neck and neck with a few really amazing women who were running at my pace too. 
    • mile 13: for whatever reason, i thought that the race was 13.6 and not 13.1, so when i hit mile 13 i stuck at a slower pace- around 8:55. it wasn’t until i saw the finish line that i started sprinting.
  • My overall time was 1:57:30. I don’t know what my chip time is, but I will be updating the post later with my official!

I cried at the end of my race because this is something I’ve been working towards for years. When I was 16, in 2012, I had signed up for the BAA Boston half marathon. But because of my eating disorder’s restrictive habits, I injured my ankle (more on this later). I gave up running for two years after that. 

Finally, years later, I ran it. I ran my half marathon and finished with an amazing time. My goal was just sub-2 hours, but I surpassed that.

This is a day I want to remember forever- not just because it’s a half marathon, but because it symbolizes everything I have gone through to live life in joy, in health, and in love. Grateful to God for all of this. 

anonymous asked:

60! :))

I combined the prompt 60. “Oh, do that again.” with @leiascully exercise challenge. 

Set after “My Struggle” most likely; around that time anyway. 

His fist raised to knock, Mulder pauses a moment, realizing he’s never been here before.

Scully’s apartment.

The first time they were partnered, before they were ever anything else, how long did it take him to come to her place? A week, maybe? Two? He can’t remember. The forgetting, he realized early in his treatment, is a side effect of his medication. Some days he curses it, like he curses so many things. Other days, he accepts silently, almost joyously. When it comes to Scully and their past, though, he doesn’t want to forget even the most insignificant moment.

He knocks, finally. His knuckles tingle as he waits for her to open the door. Gone are the times when they lived in the same place, coming in and going out with a kiss hello or goodbye; gone are the days he has a key to her place. Scully has invited him over, though, for the first time in almost a year so maybe this means they’re making progress. Or she is just tired of constantly driving out to their – now his, as she likes to remind him – house. Either way, he won’t complain. He won’t ask either, though. Mulder is not sure he’s still allowed to ask; their relationship, in whatever form it is, twists anew at every turn and right now he can’t tell where he is, where she is. Where they are. So he stays quiet, masks it with a smile, and he is certain she does the same. He’s learning to take baby steps, do one thing to get to another. The days where he jumped in, no questions asked, no action thought through, those are gone, too.

“Oh hi.” Scully greets him when the door finally opens. She stares him up and down as if she’s been expecting someone else.

“Why are you dressed like that, Mulder?”

“I’m wearing casual clothes.” He explains slowly, looking at her. Of course she’s dressed for the occasion already: tight black running shorts and a very form fitting, short sleeved running top in a deep, dark blue. Mulder tries not to stare, tries not to react, but he’s like a Pavlovian dog when it comes to her. She clears her throat and he swears he hears her amusement. Some things simply never change. His eyes meet hers and the twinkle he sees there lets him think today might be a good day for them.

“Why are you wearing casual clothes, Mulder? You can’t run in jeans.”

“I can run wearing an Armani suit, Scully, so the question is I can’t or you won’t let me?” Just like that her mood shifts; there’s the slightest quiver around her lips that would go undetected by anyone who hasn’t spent the last twenty years observing her, loving her.


“I know, I know,” he apologizes, “I just didn’t want to scare away my Uber with my tights.”

“Mulder, you need a car.” She finally opens the door wider and Mulder, albeit hesitantly, steps in. The apartment, he realizes, is not at all what he expected or feared. There is nothing here that screams Scully at him. A few picture frames are up and the book shelf carries a few medical journals, a couple of books. There are no personal trinkets. He sees none of the novels she still claims not to own, the ones that are full of fairytale romances, tropical settings and atrocious writing. Mulder stumbled upon one of her dog-eared paperbacks a couple of days ago when he tried to tidy the place up. Just in case, he tells himself. In case she ever wants to come home.

“That’s why I took this job, Scully. Skinner promised me a car.” She rolls her eyes while massaging oil into her legs. The smell reminds him of lazy Sundays years ago when she, not him, wanted to go running. Just in case, she’d told him. In case of what, he’d wondered even then. Unbeknownst to them it had been the beginning of the end. Yet, the sweet scent fills him with a longing. At least back then they’d been living together, sharing their lives, such as they were.

“If you want to keep said job, Mulder, you need to get back into exercising.” She pats his stomach, which he believes is still firm enough.

“Are you saying I look fat?”

“No,” she continues her pre-run routine with stretches that make Mulder hot for entirely different reasons than exercise, “I’m saying you need to get back into shape. Which is why I’m asking you again: why are you wearing this? Where are your running clothes?”

“Like I told you,” Mulder says, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans patiently and slowing down even more when he sees Scully watching him intently, “I didn’t want to scare away the driver. I came prepared.” Taking his jeans off all the way reveal his running tights. Scully bought them for him a couple of years ago and he protested, preferring his much looser shorts, but she told him to try it anyway. He’s been wearing the tights ever since.

“They still fit?” Her voice, as well as her eyes, soften, the memory though unspoken seems almost palpable in the small room. Afraid to break the spell and unable to form words anyway, Mulder just nods.

“Well then,” Scully raises her arms into the air, her top riding up and revealing the slightest peek at her stomach. The need to touch her there is almost unbearable and he straightens his own shirt to distract himself and his hands. Scully lowers her arms and the moment is gone, leaving only the lingering sense of longing. “Let’s go?” Her hands are on her hips and she’s staring at him, challenging him. Some things really do never change, he thinks, and nods.


They return an hour later with Scully hobbling on her feet and clinging to him. Mulder offered to carry her and upon receiving the eyebrow withdrew his offer and instead put his arms around her. He’s essentially carrying her this way, too, but he knows she lets it count because her feet are still on the ground. Her body is warm, hot even, after their intense run. She tried to outrun him knowing that despite her smaller physique, she is in much better shape. They didn’t speak at all, just ran, and somehow always fell into step with the other. Until they suddenly didn’t.

“I’m fine, Mulder,” she’d told him through gritted teeth, trying to stretch her left leg and keep running. “We can keep going.” She’d said then, her wet, teary eyes betraying the strong resolve in her voice.

“The only place we’re going is your place – and slowly.” She had not protested then, except for when he tried to carry her, and now here they are. Scully lets go of him and he almost reaches out to stop her, not ready to lose the close contact, and wobbles into her bedroom. She doesn’t tell him to follow and Mulder stands there, half in, half out. His eyes wander about, searching for his jeans, so he can leave. Maybe. He doesn’t know what the protocol is in this situation.

“Mulder?” A muffled voice comes from the bedroom. He takes a few steps and stops in the doorway. The room is as sparsely decorated as the living room, maybe even more so. It reminds him of a hotel, not the ones they used to stay in, in a very sterile, very impersonal way.


“Could you, uhm… I hate to ask this of you, but…” Scully is sitting on her bed; she’s taken her shoes off, but she is still wearing the rest of her running gear. She looks young and cute and as much as Mulder wants to voice this, his feelings for her, he keeps quiet and waits for her to go on.

“My leg really hurts and… it’s just a kink. I had it before and uhm, the best way to get rid of it is a massage.” She’s unable to meet her eyes so his grin goes unnoticed. He clears his throat and nods. Which of course she doesn’t see either.

“Sure, Scully. Just tell me what to do.” She sends him into the tiny bathroom to get oil. There are several small bottles and Mulder doesn’t want to think about why she even has them. He picks the one that smells like peppermint, knowing she prefers that for her after run routine. At least he hopes this still rings true. By the time he comes back, Scully has taken off her running tights. The sight should not paralyze him like this; it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, touched before. He used to kiss down her legs, tickling her behind the knee and making her laugh out loud in delight.

“Mulder? What are you doing?” Her question jolts him back to the present time.

“Nothing. I just got the oil.” He joins her on the bed and wonders if he should take off his own clothes. He is positive that he reeks. But his hand lands on her thigh and she moans – loudly. Mulder forgets everything else after that. He uncaps the small, green bottle and pours some of the oil into his hands. He’s done this before, of course. As he puts his hands on her soft skin and starts kneading gently, he can’t help but think of other times they did this. When she moans again, in a way that reminds him of a different situation altogether, he closes his eyes as if in pain only to realize it’s even worse, his mind feeding him unwanted memories. No one, least of all Scully, taught him to navigate this; the remains of their relationship. I need time, she had told him once when she came by the house to pick up a few things, and you need to get better without me here, she’d finished, leaving him again, alone and waiting. No manual to sift through; even if, as Scully would most certainly remind him, he never reads the manual anyway.

“Oh, do that again!” Scully moans and that’s when Mulder stops.

“I can’t do this, Scully.” His hands remain on her leg, warm and firm, oily and soft.

“You’re doing great, Mulder,” she assures him, her face sideways on the pillow, her eyes closed, “Just keep going, please.”

“No, I mean I can’t do this, whatever this is.” One eye opens, then the other as she shifts to look at him. “Why did you even ask me to come here? I can go running at home, you know. You used to do it there, too. It’s a much nicer neighborhood.”

“You’re right,” she sits up with difficulty, “Maybe I wasn’t completely honest when I asked you come here to exercise together.”

“Are you going to make me guess?” Mulder asks when he can’t stand the silence any longer; his therapist implored him to work on his patience, and he has, but right now, he can’t wait when his heart beats faster with a sense of hopeful longing he hasn’t felt in a while.

“Maybe I finally wanted you to see this place,” Scully admits, biting her lower lip; he knows her, reads her easily, and he knows she’s still holding back something, and so he waits, one eyebrow raised, “Do you like this apartment, Mulder?” For a moment he considers lying.

“No. I hate it.” He tells her honestly and she nods.

“I hate it, too,” she admits, her eyes never leaving his, “I miss our house,” she hasn’t called it that in a long, long time, “But I wanted you to see it and well, give you a key. I didn’t mean for my leg to be this bad. This – the massage was not part of my plan.”

“You had a plan?”

“Kind of,” she chuckles, “I thought I’d give you a key so you could consider this your home away from home, too.”

“That’s what this is for you? A home away from home?”

“No,” she takes his hand into hers and stares at his fingers, gently running her own over the back of his hand, “It’s a refuge. I needed one, Mulder. At least for a while. I’m keeping it because… it’s so much closer to work than the house, Mulder.”

“I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying.” Scully rolls her eyes at him, but then smiles.

“I want us to stay here during the week and then… go home for the weekends.”

“Together? You want us to live here together?”

“Unless you don’t want us-”

“Scully, as long as there’s an us, I want it all.” She grins at him coyly then and lets go of his hand.

“You’ll keep going to therapy, though.” It’s not a question and he nods. “You’ll keep taking your meds.” Another nod follows as a huge grin appears on his face. “We’re not… we still have a long way to go, Mulder.” He wants to take her into his arms, hold her tight and never let go, kiss her and never taste anything else ever again, but he stays put, waits for her.

“You came up with this whole you need to exercise ploy to make me come to your apartment? Scully, you know you could have called.”

“I know,” she tells him, leaning into his space and he can’t wait until they’re ready to take the next step, when this is not just banter but foreplay, “but let’s face it Mulder: you really are out of shape.”

“Says the woman with the leg injury.”

“It’s not an injury, it’s just – why are you grinning like that, Mulder?”

“No reason, Scully. No reason at all.” It’s happiness, he knows, and when she returns his smile he knows she sees it, too.

anonymous asked:

I would love a fic about Alec and Magnus interacting/being at Pandemonium

Hey, so… it’s done, but probably not at all how you imagined it, sorry, it did turn out different than expected, but that usually happens… 

Come Closer  ao3

The sounds of his feet pelting along the wet asphalt are ringing in his ear, the smell of rain, blood and ichor in his nose, traces of adrenaline ebbing in a slow hum as he has one goal in mind.

He quickly sheds his gear, scrubs himself down in the shower and grabs the first nice clothes he spots in the closet. He sprays his favorite scent and rushes off to get to the part of the city that’s bustling with life, neon lights and music.

He slips into the building past the queue of people and bouncers who barely acknowledge his appearance, well-acquainted with his standing with the club’s owner.

He’s careful to avoid moving bodies that are all around him, dancing to the beat of the music blasting from every corner. He doesn’t care for the song, the dancing, the drinks. He doesn’t care for anything or anyone, except the tingle starting in his belly, spreading through his entire body, buzzing with anticipation and desire to lay eyes on him.

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A Future Love // G.D

Please do a grayson dolan imagine where you are both youtubers and you collab and fans ship you together and then he hints that he likes you in a video :) . I really like your writing btw like your writing style is amazing keep writing amazing imagines ❤️

a/n : thanks for the request babe, sorry that it’s really late. ily. it is also going to be a little short since I’m trying something different. you are my test imagine, if you guys like it i’ll write like this and the imagines will be longer. 

a/n : also trying a new writing style, new perspective let me know what you think. feedback would be nice, tell me if you like this better. 

Boy : Grayson Dolan 

Warnings : none 

He couldn’t contain himself when she had asked him and his brother to collab on a video. He didn’t think she knew who the Dolan Twins were. It was something out of a dream. Y/N knew who he was. 

And when he stood in front of her apartment door he hesitated. The butterfly’s here taking flight in his tummy. He took a few deep breaths trying to calm himself, he reached up knocking on the door. 

The door swings open a few seconds later. He couldn’t help but smile brightly at her. He quickly took in her appearance. She was wearing black cropped workout leggings and a teal PINK short sleeved top. 

She looked stunning. Even with her hair in her signature messy bun.

“Come in.” She beamed inviting him in. 

“Thanks.” He said in a nervous tone. 

“You ready?” 

“Let’s do it.”

“WE HIT 3 MILLION SUBSCRIBERS!” The 2 excited teenagers yell. “And for a little bonus video of this week, we decided to do another Q&A.” 

“So the first question comes from @ hotfordolans and she wants to know what 3 things could you not live without?” Grayson reads. “I say my phone, YouTube and you guys.” 

“Since Grayson’s a douche and forgot to mention me-”

“It’s only 3 things-” Grayson interrupts. 

“Shut up. Anyways, I’m going to say my hair dye, YouTube and you guys as well.” Ethan laughs. 

“You can’t say the same things as me.” Grayson mumbles. 

“Next question. Why aren’t you and Y/N dating yet you guys are so cute. I ship it…”

“SHIP WHERE?” Both boys say bursting out laughing. 

“Gray I’m guessing this question is for you.”

“I mean, she’s honestly so gorgeous, and yeah maybe we’ll end up dating in the future.” He winks to the camera. 

“Grayson has a crush guys.” 

“I mean, I’d call it more than a crush but okay.”

“Well there you have it.” Ethan announces in a deeper voice. 

Grayson looks down at his lap, his mind going back to the day where Y/N and him had made a video. That day felt like a blur to him but it was clear in his mind. There was chemistry between the two of them for sure, and he’s right maybe they will date in the future. 

Sick Bug

Sister Winchester - Sick Bug

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader

Y/N = Your Name

Word Count: 1305

Request from winchesters-favorite-girl: Someone write me a big brother Dean or Sam taking care of a sick reader fic…please?

A/N: I saw this request and thought it would be nice and fluffy to do, hope you enjoy xx

Originally posted by bilosan

“Y/N…Dean, Breakfast” Sam called from the kitchen. You opened your heavy eyes and sat up quickly. However, a little too quickly as you received both a head rush and cramp creeping up your calf. You flopped back on your bed and twisted around in pain especially from the cramp whilst your eyes squeezed shut. You rubbed your head with one hand and massaged your calf with the other.

Finally, when both subsided you slowly got up again, with your head still throbbing at the temples. You pulled your bed blanket over your shoulders and wrapped it around your shivering body as sweat rolled down your forehead. You shuffled from your room and lightly crashed into the walls whilst you stumbled towards the kitchen. “Out the way squirt!” Dean yelled from behind you. You only had time to look back at him and see the large childish smile brimming on his face before he bowled you over in the narrow hallway. Dean kept running to the kitchen whereas you fell to the ground quite easily in your fragile state. You rolled your eyes at your eldest brother before gingerly getting back and heading towards the kitchen.

You came to the kitchen where the usual mouth-watering smell of eggs and bacon was present. However now these smells made you feel dizzy and your stomach seemed to be doing somersaults. “There you are” Sam looked up and smiled when you entered, “You better hurry or Dean will eat your breakfast”. Sam looked fresh faced and in a light grey T-shirt whilst Dean was hunched over his plate with his mouth full whilst wearing a black short sleeved top. You shuffled over to your brothers, still cocooned in your blanket and slowly lifted yourself onto the bar stool, “Dean can have it…I don’t feel too good” you mumbled. Dean’s eyes lit up whilst he pulled you breakfast over to him and happily began to wolf down your bacon.
Sam clicked into big brother mode and walked around to you with a slight worried expression painted on his face, “Yeah I’ll agree with you there bug, you don’t look to peachy” he sighed. He hated seeing you anything other than your normal happy self. He placed his hands lightly around the top of your throat and under your chin, your head lolled in Sam’s hands. The lights were too bright and Dean was eating too loudly and it all made you feel uncomfortable and dizzy. Maybe you should have just stayed in bed.

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Coffee Stains pt.4

Ship: Feysand 
Type: College AU
Word Count: 1,559


Thank you all so much for your feedback! 


Feyre woke with a start; what the hell was going on?

“Feyre it’s me. Open this door right now before I burn down this entire building!”

“Nesta?” Feyre rubbed the crust from her eyes and glanced at her phone: 2:34AM

“Would you hurry up already?”

Feyre scampered on cold feet to open the door.

“I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow night?” Feyre slurred, still confused what exactly was going on.

“Change of plans. Turns out Elain enjoys the company of muts.”

“Elain got a dog?”

“Worse: A boyfriend.”

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