#bc this imagine has come a long way from where it began ahaha

[sqiderling]

Splash | Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: All you wanted to do was push your “best friend” into the pool...

Word count: 3300+

Warning(s): A little bit of swearing, my amateur writing skills, mistakes (even tho i did try my best to edit this), some fluff???

A/N: i’m finally posting the Tom Holland imagine that I promised you guys when I hit 400 followers! *nervously chuckles as i look at my 470 followers* this is the first time I’ve written a long Tom Holland imagine so please don’t attack me if this is bad. also, this imagine isn’t gender specific so y’all can go wild with your imaginations! (im also living for the possibility of tom being bi after that japanese sm:h interview) this imagine turned out to be a lot longer than I anticipated.. but I hope you all enjoy it and don’t be afraid to give me (CONSTRUCTIVE) feedback or whatnot ❤️

ALSO: i mention temperature once in this fic and sorry americans but im using degrees celcius so dont freak out on me

The water looked deep and inviting. But you knew you weren’t getting in there before pushing Tom in first.

“Thomas!” you cried. “Hurry up you twat! It shouldn’t take you this long to put on the swimwear equivalent of shorts.”

You stood at the edge of your pool with your hand on your left hip looking back at the house. In the past ten minutes, you’d sat down on the poolside lounger and gotten up to walk to the pool about five times. Today was particularly hot and as you had yet to enter the pool, you knew your face was sporting the shade of a ripe tomato.

“They’re called board shorts, darling,” Tom replied teasingly from the bathroom window. “And I’ll be down in a minute. I just need to... fix something.”

“I was just trying to prove a point! And what are you trying to fix? Your sad lack of lips?”

“Fuck you, (Y/N), I heard that!” You snorted.

Seeing as Tom had previously said he’d be down in a minute a minute ago you decided that you would be better off laying on the lounger as you waited. The summer sun was relentless and even under the patio umbrella, you had to squint wherever you looked as the sunlight bounced off every surface it could reach. You picked up your sunglasses from the small poolside table and put them on, relieving your eyes, and relaxed into your seat, enjoying the feel of the cool breeze against your skin and the sound of swaying trees in the distance.

The idea of taking a nap was extremely inviting and you let your eyes close and your mind doze off as you happily imagined the look on Tom’s face when you were going to push him into the pool later that day.

Little did you know that Tom had a sneaky idea up his sleeve as well, though it was a lot harder to conceal. Tom had been hoping to take you by surprise as you were still napping but due to his noisy exit, he was going to have to improvise. 

You heard the back door sliding open and saw Tom coming out with one of his arms behind his back. Something was up. 

Tom paused momentarily in front of the door. Tom was appropriately shirtless on this thirty-degree day and your eyes naturally trailed down to his abdomen. It didn’t matter how many times you’d seen him shirtless before; from walking around your house on a hot day to peeling his shirt off after getting drenched from the torrential downpour or walking out of your bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist to go find his clothes... you were never going to get over how jacked Tom was. Especially not when you got goosebumps almost every time you saw him shirtless.

“What do you have behind your back?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. You stood up to try and get a glimpse of whatever he was hiding.

“Nothing,” he replied quickly. “I’m just uh.. scratching my back.”

“Sure, Tom.” You weren’t at all convinced.

Tom had made it to the corner of the pool and his arms were still hidden behind him. It didn’t matter to you what he was doing as long as you would be able to chuck him into the water. As he slowly inched closer to you, you took off your sunglasses and placed them on the table. The plan was to walk up to him, meet him halfway then push him in, but your feet were rooted to the ground. Something felt off.

“Tom..” you said cautiously, suspicions rising by the second.

There it was! You tried to conceal your reaction as you caught a glimpse of the orange nozzle of a water gun just behind Tom’s shoulder. That dirty cheat thought he was going to one up you! But you’d show him.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” Tom smiled innocently as he continued his journey toward you. Goosebumps rose on your skin and you weren’t sure whether it was because the wind had suddenly gotten chillier or the uncertainty of when Tom was going to strike.

You pushed your windswept hair back. You knew what you had to do.

You took off at a sprint straight at Tom. His eyes grew wide as you bolted towards him. His right arm frantically moved to bring his weapon forward, but he was too slow. You’d never played rugby or any kind of contact sport, so you drew inspiration from how rugby players tackled on TV and lunged at his midriff like a bulldozer.

Smack! 

Falling, falling, falling.

Both of you hit the water with a tremendous splash. Water shot up your nose and the back of your head throbbed. Tom had elbowed you by accident. The water consumed you. Both of you.

Letting go of Tom’s body, you realised that he had lost his grip on the water gun. You were quick to spot the bright yellow, green and orange toy floating on the surface of the pool a couple of metres away from where you were. Tom made a speedy recovery and spun around to find you floating a little over arm's length away from him. Ignoring the stinging of your eyes and the screaming of your lungs, you made eye contact with him. His brown hair floated like a halo around his head and you tried not to laugh at the sight of his puffed out cheeks.

In that moment of your distraction, Tom had spotted the water gun too and he wasted no time in swimming toward it. He wasn’t going to let you win even if you’d already tackled him into the water. He wasn’t going to let you go without a little revenge of his own.

Your instincts took you by surprise and without a second thought, you made a grab for one of his legs as he swam past. Tom struggled in your grip, flinging his leg around. He was stronger than you but maybe being underwater somehow helped you pull Tom back down.

Tom was a persistent person. He didn’t once stop trying to wring free from your grip. You were starting to run out of breath. He was much faster than you were at swimming much to your dismay and you didn’t have the slightest idea of what you could do to further delay his course to the toy. So you did the first thing that occurred in your brain. A thought that had been haunting you for the past couple months and you’d fought long and hard to erase.

In one swift motion, you grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him. Square on the lips. Those non-existent, surprisingly soft lips of his.

You felt your cheeks warm up despite the coolness of the pool. Your entire body, in fact, was feeling warm, especially the sides of your waist where Tom’s hands had found themselves placed. You could’ve sworn that you felt Tom’s lips curve into a smile, but before you could properly confirm it the urgency of your lungs took over and you were forced to pull away and swim at lightning speed toward the pool’s surface.

You welcomed the cool rush of air that entered your thirsty lungs but instantly started coughing once your head burst out of the water. You felt slightly dizzy, not really believing you’d just kissed your best friend. As you tread water and tried to dial down your coughing you saw the water gun floating away from you and toward a wet mop of brown curls. 

Tom’s head popped up from the water and he took in a large mouthful of air. His hair was sticking to various parts of his face and you weren’t sure if you’d seen him unrulier and cuter than he had been in that moment. He winked at you before he dove back underwater taking the water gun with him.

The water gun.

“Damn it,” you whispered breathlessly, paddling over to the edge of the pool. You propped your arm up on the ledge as you caught your breath. You watched faintly amused as he swum around in a ninja-like manner like you couldn’t see him clear as day beneath the sapphire ripples. It was clear Tom thought he had the upper hand.

A voice in the back of your mind was telling you that you were well and truly screwed but you tried your best not to listen to it. Tom would be needing to come up for air any second now and you had a hunch that he would start firing at the same time. You thought about getting out of the pool but you knew that it wouldn’t make much difference because there wasn’t anything liftable that you could use as a shield. You could run into the house but why ruin the fun?

As you were still trying to figure out how to win this battle, Tom suddenly emerged from below and you found yourself at gunpoint. You chuckled nervously as you eyed the menacingly orange nozzle.

“Thomas,” you said, your voice sickeningly sweet. You grit your teeth into a forced grin. “Honey.”

“Yes, love?” Tom still had the water gun trained on you. He was bobbing up and down in the water, staying afloat using only his legs. You tried to maintain your fake grin as your attention switched from the orange nozzle to Tom’s equally as menacing smile. However, you found that your grin was becoming more of a nervous smile.

Just as Tom shot his first stream of water, you make the quick decision of diving underneath. The stream barely scraped the top of your hair before you fully submerged yourself.

Perplexed, Tom ducked his head into the pool. At the same time you kicked off the wall, shooting towards Tom, and for the second time that day you found your arms wrapped around his midriff as you once again successfully caught Tom off guard. 

The both of you didn’t travel very far despite the amount of strength you put into pushing off the wall (you always found water restrictive in that way). The next couple seconds went by extremely fast and you could barely keep up with what was happening. Tom had recovered much quicker and by the time you paddled up for air, he had the water gun trained on you again like a sniper. 

The nozzle and your nose were almost touching. You felt dizzy as you went a little cross-eyed eyeing the intimidating piece of plastic.

Breathing heavily, you felt your entire body sag, exhaustion finally catching up to you. You looked over at Tom and you saw how he looked quite puffed out too, his cheeks flushed rosy red.

“Just shoot me.” You wearily paddled backwards. “You’ve won, just shoot me.”

Not a second later three quick bursts of water hit your face in quick succession. Your face was already dripping wet so the water didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. Though the skin on your face did feel a little tingly.

Wiping the water from your eyes you saw Tom flamboyantly making a show of his ‘humble’ win, splashing about and making the most childish noises. He hollered incoherent words and sounds that you assumed was some sort of football victory chant. You should’ve at least felt pissed off, but you weren’t and you couldn’t help but smile a little. Tom’s childishness always made you smile.

Swimming to the edge of the pool, you hoisted yourself up so that you could sit and finally have some rest.

“How about a celebratory kiss for the winner?” Tom said. He’d stopped splashing about but it didn’t look like he’d be letting go of his win anytime soon. His chocolate eyes looked hopeful and your heart strings tugged ever so slightly.

“Oh,” you replied, smirking. “So after one spontaneous kiss from me, you think that you have all access to my luscious lips?”

“Don’t I?” Tom replied in a confident and cocky way but the small drop in the corner of his lips didn’t escape your attention.

You pretended to think about his question, leaning back on your palms. “I guess it would have to depend on how I felt about you. Don’t you think?” 

You gently kicked your feet underneath the rippling water, silently assessing Tom’s expression. He wore his confidence like a badge, something he often did. Quite frankly it was one of the things that attracted you to him in the first place. He was confident in how he held himself, how he acted, how he spoke. You admired that about him. 

Tom’s eyes were soft and his face relaxed, though you saw the slight clench of his jaw. He swam towards you, the water gun floating forgotten in the middle of the pool and he put his hands on your knees. You stopped kicking your legs and Tom rested his chin on his knuckles. Your heart was beating like crazy as you waited in anticipation of what he was going to say. If he was going to say anything.

“So how do you feel about me?” he asked, searching your eyes. “It’s not every day that your beautiful best friend decides to kiss-”

“I like you,” you rushed out. You froze from the suddenness of your confession. Tom lifted his head, eyes wide and his grip on your knees tightening lightly. 

You felt like you were on fire. You became aware of every sensation touching your body from the heat of the concrete, the chill of the water and especially the warmth of Tom’s hands.

“Is that what you wanted to hear?” you asked, suddenly feeling out of breath and slightly annoyed at yourself. You pushed back some hair that stuck to your cheek. “Is that what you wanted, Tom?”

Tom’s temporary look of shock melted away into that of tenderness and warmth. His lips curved to reveal a lipless smile. Tom had a variety of smiles, all conveying different things. This particular one you’d learnt to recognise was reserved for moments when he was around his family, Tessa or when he was talking about his latest projects. Your stomach did a flip.

“It was, yeah,” Tom chuckled. He proceeded to lay his arms across your knees and rest his chin on them all the while keeping his eyes on you. Out of habit, your hand reached forward to push a wayward strand of Tom’s curly hair to the side. His smile grew as you did so and you wondered to yourself how many times this man could make your stomach flip in such a short amount of time.

“So you uh... like me as well?” you asked lamely, clearing your throat. “As in like like me, like more than a-”

“Friend?” Tom grinned, finishing your sentence. “Yes for fuck sake, (Y/N)-” he laughed, his chest vibrating against your shins. “-I thought I’d made it obvious by now.”

“Always good to check.” You looked away blushing profusely. For the past few months, you’d been fantasising about how the both of you would be confessing your feelings to each other. If he even liked you back for that matter. You could never tell whether the constant teasing and sly remarks you exchanged meant anything or if it was all just good fun. Many fantasies were based on missed opportunities and thinking back to something that happened that day and altering it so that by the end you were in each other’s arms kissing passionately. You often found yourself screaming into your pillow afterwards (not one of your finest moments). Never had you imagined that it would happen in such an uncoordinated and awkward way. Or maybe you had. You just hoped that it wouldn’t turn out that way.

Tom dropped back down into the water and swam to your side propping himself up on the pool’s edge. You tried to think of something to say as you felt his leg press against yours.

“I’ve had a crush on you for almost a year now you know,” Tom confessed suddenly. 

You stared in disbelief. “Yeah, right.”

“It’s true!” he insisted. “I’m surprised I was able to keep it a secret for so long.”

You swatted his arm. “You should’ve told me! You could’ve saved me a whole lot of misery.”

“You should’ve told me. You know how I am with romantic declarations, (Y/N). They make me nervous,” Tom trailed off, staring down at the water.

“Thomas Stanley Holland, nervous about romance? Why I’ve never heard of such ludicrous!” You smiled. “Spiders, maybe, but romantic gestures? Who are you and what have you done with my favourite Holland?”

“Shut up. This was different.” Tom returned his gaze to you. “It was you.”

A blush started to creep up from your neck to your already burning face. It was rare to see Tom act so nervously and you couldn't help but feel like you'd accomplished something unprecedented. "Well, I'm flattered."

You rested your head on Tom’s shoulder. “Wanna go watch ‘Spider-Man: Homecoming’ with me?”

“Again?” Tom asked, amused. “If you wanted to look at my abs all you have to do is look down here.”

You heard the sound of Tom patting his stomach and rolled your eyes saying, “Have you ever considered that maybe I just like Spider-Man?”

“Sweetheart, I am Spider-Man.”

Lifting your head, you gave him a flat look. You got up and grabbed the colourful beach towel you had left on the lounger earlier. "Hey, where are you going?” Tom asked, also standing up.

“To watch Homecoming, silly.” You wrapped the towel around your body. “And I don’t care if you don’t want to watch it with me. I’ll just enjoy the film by myself.”

With your head held high, you grabbed your sunglasses and started to walk toward the house. You knew from past experience that it wouldn’t be four steps before Tom said-

“Wait, wait, I’m coming!”

A small smile threatened to break through your cool exterior. You turned around to wait for him. He grabbed the spare white towel on the table and jogged over to you as he dried his hair.

“Okay, let’s go.” Tom smiled at you, his hair now a curly mess. The sun stood behind him, illuminating his dark brown curls and your hands itched to fix them. You reached a hand up to the side of his head to smooth his hair down. In the spur of the moment, you stood on your tippy toes and pressed a short kiss on his lips. 

He had that smile on his lips again as you pulled away. You grinned back but your smile was inked in devilish gaiety.

“I love you, Tom, I do,” you said. “but remember when I said that you’d won? Yeah, I was just kidding.”

Tom had not noticed you move your hands to his chest. With the pool idly waiting behind him, you gave Tom a firm shove sending him toppling into the cool water with a splash.

Your eyes lit up and you made a dash for the house, laughing as you run. You heard Tom resurface.

“(Y/N)!”

you ask to be tagged, and i’ll tag you: @onedirectionjessica

[thedaycourts]

(completed) acowar liveblog

ACOWAR LIVE BLOG (SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY)

spoilers will be ahead... you have been warned

feel free to message me to talk about the book!

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5/1/17 11:22pm- someone help me I've literally preordered the ebook and the hardcover (which hasn't even shipped yet ugh) and I'm so prepared 

5/1/17 11:31pm- I've read the first 8 sample chapters so. many. times... i'm ready for the real thing now pls thx bye

5/2/17 12:06am- IT TOOK TILL 12:06 FOR THE EBOOK TO RELEASE OMG MIDNIGHT RELEASE MY BUTT SMH

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chapters 1-8: i kinda like jurian actually (maybe ill regret saying that idk), lucien being protective of elain is making my heart warm, tamlin makes me wanna kill someone, feyre shouldve cut ianthe’s throat tbh, the twins give out such weird vibes, AND OMG rhys and feyre sending images of themselves sticking their tongues out is my moodboard i love it so much

chapter 9: “Blood rubies or no, you will always have one friend in the Summer Court.” My throat bobbed. “And you will always have one in mine,” I promised her. She knew which court I meant. And did not look afraid. I LOVE ALIS OK SHE IS ACCEPTING AND PROTECTIVE AND AMAZING

ianthe needs to get her filthy hands off of lucien before i strangle her

LUCIEN AND FEYRE GOING TO THE NIGHT COURT TOGETHER HECK TO THE YES 

chapter 12: @luciens brothers can you go die pls ok thx bye

chapter 13: CASSIAN IS OK AND SO IS AZ ADHEIOFHJKFAJ MY LIFE IS SLOWLY PIECING ITSELF BACK TOGETHER

“i am the high lady of the night court” hECK YES YOU ARE

the tender cassian and feyre hug made me sob even more and then the mor hug hauidfghuajkshcdfa the feels

chapter 14: I AM SOBBING I AM S O B B I N G AT THIS FEYSAND REUNION HELP MY POOR BROKEN SOUL

also omg just imagine lucien watching this reunion bc i think his expression would be absolutely priceless

chapter 15: “I was in love with Feyre,” Rhys said quietly, “long before she ever returned the feeling.” whats that noise??? oh yeah its just the sound of my heart breaking no big deal

“I revealed the mating bond months later—and she gave me hell for it, don’t worry.” hA 

LUCIEN CALLING AMREN A CRANKY OLD AUNT OMG

chapter 16: poor nesta and elain omg no 

i really need to know whats going on between nesta and cassian bc theres def something there hehe

chapter 17: MOR AND CASSIAN AND STICKING THEIR TONGUES OUT TO EACH OTHER TOO NOW OMG FIRST FEYRE AND RHYS AND NOW THEM WHAT IS HAPPENING

chapter 18: “defending the female he loved”  PLS JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY @MOR @AZRIEL 

“our family” MY HEART IS MELTING HELP I JUST WANT MY BABIES TO BE HAPPY

“It was the first time you had looked … peaceful. Like you were indeed awake, alive again. I was so relieved I thought I’d puke right onto the table.” GUYS RHYS CARES SO MUCH ABOUT FEYRE LIKE PLS REALIZE HE WAS SO ECSTATIC THAT SHE LOOKED ALIVE AGAIN HE WANTED TO PUKE BC HE CARES ABOUT HER SO. FREAKING. MUCH.

“I will fight with everything I have, too, Rhys. Everything.” why do i have the feeling this is foreshadowing something that i am not going to like at all

chapter 19: “Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?” this is how true love starts out 400% you go nesta 

chapter 21: oh dang it here goes the nightmares starting up again

chapter 22: feyre sees the bone carver as their son omg what can this please happen

chapter 23: “Nothing about Nesta could frighten me.” *cue me audibly going awwwwww*

chapter 24: “She was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen.” This seems to be a common way of thinking when people look at their mates hehe throwback to acotar

az is such a bean like who else is awesome enough to wait 500 years for the girl he loves 

chapter 26: AZRIEL PUTTNG HIS HAND ON TOP OR MOR’S DURING THE MEETING WITH KIER OMG WHY MUST SHE REJECT HIS TENDER HAND TOUCH

chapter 27: mor being depressed bc of what she witnessed at the meeting makes me wanna cry

omg the inner court arguing what is this

chapter 29: tbh az reminds me of myself so much and i think we have the same MBTI personality type((:

chapter 30: the heck is hybern’s little minions doing in velaris nonunion go home you aren't allowed here

chapter 32: NESTA IS A SEER WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

chapter 33: “He did not glance back at Elain. Did not see the half step she took toward the stairs—as if she’d speak to him. Stop him.” elucien for rulers of the autumn court pls

chapter 34: varian warning amren??? they're friends?? so they keep in touch?? hmmmmmmm sounds suspicious(((;

chapter 36: KING OF HYBERN VS RHYS OMG WHAT AM I ABOUT TO WITNESS

oh jk he wasn't really there oops

chapter 38: I think tarquin should forgive them especially since they came to his rescue but hey thats just me

chapter 39: “And it was precisely because of it that I said, “I love you.” His head lifted, eyes churning. “There was a time when I dreamed of hearing that,” he murmured. “When I never thought I’d hear it from you.” 

nesta being worried ab cassian ahhhhhh

chapter 42: nesta being named emissary omg i love it

“And to my eternal shock, a smile tugged at Nesta’s mouth.” ahaha

GAMBLING ON THE FIGHTS AT THE MEETING AHAHA WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED AT ALL

chapter 43: this viviane girl seems cool.. i hope she doesn't end up stabbing my babies in the back:)))

ew no i was perfectly fine with having tamlin absent for the remainder of the book

same @feyre who is 500% done with tamlin and his crap 

chapter 45: NESTA STANDING UP FOR CASSIAN AND SASSING OUT BERON IS THE REASON IM STILL ALIVE 

chapter 47: I'm beginning to really like helion

chapter 48: too bad i already saw spoilers so i knew helion was luciens dad smhhhhhhh

ok but like if nesta thinks something is wrong, shouldn't you have learned by now that something is usually wrong???????

wow would ya look at that...something was wrong *scowls*

chapter 52: where the frick frackle jensen ackle did jurian come from 

chapter 53: ok but i totally called jurian being good

....tamlin still being a tool i see 

chapter 55: they keep mentioning their dad so i have a feeling he's in trouble/being held captive

chapter 56: nesta helping heal cass omg yes

YES MY GIRL SURI

chapter 58: I've never wanted ianthe dead more,,,,WHO DARES SHOOT MY GIRL SURI HREIAOFHJAKEF FIGHT ME

chapter 60: i literally bawled so much when suri died omg i sounded like a dying horse

chapter 61: this episode of honestly hour features feyre and mor going head-to-head about decisions and relationships... stay tuned for the next episode

chapter 62: amren and varian kissing hm how do i feel ab this

chapter 63: ELAIN IS AN ACTUAL SUNSHINE WHO DARES TAKE HER AWAY (of course its az my little bean who notices she's gone)

also I'm betting ten bucks lucien will find her and save her (prolly not gonna happen but it would be cute if he did)

chapter 64: EW SHE HAS TO BE IANTHE WOW THATS UNFORTUNATE

rhys and feyre’s goodbyes felt more like a pep talk than a sad goodbye but thats just me

ok thanks for saving feyre @tamlin but for the record i still hate you

chapter 65: omg nesta hugging feyre and all the sisters being all nice and cuddly makes me so happy

chapter 66: the moriel shipping part of me is very sad but yunno maybe this means i can keep az for myself (or elain can have him idk which direction sarah will take this) and mor can be eternally happy((:

sooooo does this mean elain x az is now gonna happen bc like az is gonna need someone to help heal the hole in his heart and elain is such a sweetie but what about lucien????

chapter 68: but are we ever gonna know what feyre saw in the mirror?

chapter 69: tender az and elain moment omg that was so cute i love my smol beans

“I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have … The wait was worth it.” AWEEE

rhys and his lil speeches to everyone dang what is this

chapter 70: “And then Nesta began screaming. Not in pain. But a name. Over and over. “CASSIAN.” IM SUCH NESSIAN TRASH IDOFHAJDKFA

chapter 71: “This was it. The last moments … the last time I would see them all.” nothings even happened yet and I'm already crying

“He told me that he’s got three daughters who live here. And that he failed them for many years. But he would not fail them this time.” well shoot i have no words rn and tbh i kinda forgot their dad existed the past few chapters

chapter 72: “She wrapped her arms tightly around Cassian, those gray-blue eyes bright, then they were gone.” THEY GIVE ME LIFEEEE YESSSS

chapter 73: OK AMREN WHAT ARE YA DOIN???

chapter 74: ....welp... bye bye mr archeron thanks for saving my babies and also wHERE THE FRICK DID YOU COME FROM?? nesta and elain and feyre being sad is making me sad

OK WHY IS CASSIANS WINGS GETTING HURT AGAIN??? i feel like this is sarah starting a new thing like “hey! lets just end every book with cassian’s wings getting ripped to shreds!!”

“I have no regrets in my life, but this.” His voice shook with every word. “That we did not have time. That I did not have time with you, Nesta.” FRICK OMG THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE MOMENT I BECAME COMPLETE NESSIAN TRASH. AND THEN THE KISS. OH MY. I CANT. I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

and elain coming to the rescue omg heck to the yes

chapter 75: nesta stabbing the king is tHE BEST. i can't just feel the pure rage and emotion radiating out of her as she twists the blade in his neck. think of the people she's doing it for. her dad, her sisters, her new family, cassian. this scene gives me so many feels

amren saying she's glad she met feyre awe

chapter 76: AHHHH RHYS IM SOBBING NO FEYRE HDAUKHJD AHHHH WHY DID RHYS DIE ON PAGE 666

chapter 77: feyre screaming for rhys nononononono i feel my soul shattering

rhys was DEAD and he comes back making a JOKE....why is this not surprising

chapter 78: lucien is back ahhhh it feels like he was gone for the whole book tbh

yes drakon and miryam hauifheajkdfhajfha

chapter 81: RHYSAND’S POV YESSSS

talking about feyre’s “beautiful laugh” ahhhhhh they're sooooo cuteeee

chapter 82: i LOVE the fact the book ended with them all peaceful. they deserve it. i love everyone. i am happy. goodbye.